Would that I could give my worries
Just cursory courtesy:
To do or dismiss.
Instead I am prone to let them drone
And then whittle a hole in my peace,
Or worse, take a piece of my soul.
There’s that twist in the gut
As I twist someone’s words
Into twisting a knife
They probably never held in spite.
There’s that freeze burn in my brain
As I freeze with a fright
That could probably be eased
Upon taking what might
Just be a small piece of action.
I have learned if I sit on a worry
It’ll either turn out to be
Not as bad as I believed,
Or else the stasis will just make it worse.
That I can’t seem to distinguish the difference here
Turns out to be a bit of a curse.
Hannah Going
June 2024
Hannah Going - Concerns 