Worry

I am worried.

Not for money, not for stability.

But I am worried of my thoughts.

The thoughts of his life, his health, his age.

I am extremely worried.

I can’t help but cry

And feel hopeless

Feel defeated.

Not for my life,

But for him.

It saddens me so that my day becomes cloudy even on a bright sunny day.

It’s no longer a glorious day, but a sorrowful one.

I am worried;

I always worry;

Not for myself, but for those I deeply love.

I weep for them

In silence,

In solitude

In despair.

I feel hopeless,

Defeated even.

I know worrying isn’t good for my heart

For my spirits,

Or my soul.

It crawls in me,

Makes a nest,

Resides like a permanent visitor.

Inviting Fear, Anger, and Sorrow as housemates.

How doomed I am,.

How unfortunate it is to be a worrier, and not a warrior of confidence, joy, and bliss.

And so I sit,

Contemplating my life, my friends, my family…

Awaiting the for the feeling in my chest to cease.

I know this is only temporary.

For in the long run,

I know I am a warrior of kindness, love and care.