Worry

Worry sweeps me up from life in a flurry

A flurry of hope and dreams

I sit down with my coffee and cream

And I let my dreams float downstream

The river of life

That holds all the strife.

For a second I wish to dive

To find my purpose

Yet the thought makes me nervous

And for a moment, find myself breathless.

As I fall into the river

And it sweeps me upriver

The air becomes crisper

As i landed on the grass with a shiver

I think, “is this where I will wither?”

This cold and brutal winter

Yet as I weep my tears,

A Voice interrupted ‘come hither’

I obey and stand,

I walk as close as I can

To the edge of the wood.

And I stand on my toes

To see in the cold

The voice that called me deeper,

Into this never ending self-winter

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