I am alone with my thoughts
shaking them loose from my tendencies
to make the worst assumptions
about what's going on around
me, even when the worst is going on around me
The neck pain of worry
the eyes that cannot close easy
I'm folding over like the wet towel
crumpled, not neatly arranged
for this moment... the jumble of it all
presses against my spine
against my resolve
I'm not sure of anything
in this right now, which
is probably crazy since I've
been assured today that I have
nothing to worry about
so why in this moment,
alone with my thoughts
is worry sitting on the couch
next to me?
© Valerie Bridgeman
June 30, 2013
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