Challenge
What does worry feel like? Poetry or prose. Make it as honest, brutal, and painful as the truth.
Let Me Cry for a While
Eyes peeping
through the keyhole,
I can’t see the future.
Worried with fear of
approaching battle,
whispers of prayers
escape my steeple.
Loved one struggling,
holding on to dust,
splendid suns
setting on another shore.
Breezes promise to lift up
to peaceful skies.
Let me cry for a while
a part of the plan.
Worry not of future
and enjoy the now,
love will gently take
tired breath away.
Beams of gilded light
beckon with
deathly brilliance,
memories murmur
within my solitude.
Ocean waves glide in
and flow back out
Worry is brushed
with angel wings.
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