It worries me
I can feel it wanting to explode
relieve itself of its burden,
wrenching my insides
until it reaches my mind,
conveying a bevy of thought
all detached from my heart,
so much confusion,
not sure I can sit here quietly today.
Need to reach out,
not too sure it’s for me
or is it the pit in my stomach,
my constant worry and concern
wondering if I can ever figure it out.
Instead I can sit here
watching my coffee get cold,
then sipping as an afterthhought
having gone on this journey
outside my head
drawn by only the anxiety
that rests menacingly
in the pit of my stomach.
apersonaljourney - stories of love 