Time

Like a ticking clock the hands slowly started to rust,
As you keep pushing and fighting you stop,
Finally you feel a pressure lifted off your shoulders as you start to slowly gain trust,
Slowing down as you go through the vigorous pain of not wanting to do this anymore you hear the clock,
It speaks to you softly,
"Time is endless and with time you become strong,"
Finally you start to go on with life as you realise it doesn't stop for anyone, you begin to get a clue.
A sense maybe feeling like you belong,
"Broken no more," the time says,
You have now found the key to time,
Like the ticking clock the rusty hands now have not stopped.