Worrier

The thoughts don't make sense. One after the other,
firing like multi-shot explosions.
Rushing through my brain like water over glass.
Burning a whole in the side of my head.
I can't explain them to anyone, I can only make sense of them myself.
They are my thoughts, my worries, my stumbling blocks.
Some are hard, some are simple.
But when you mix them together they are toxic.
I am breathing them in and not letting them out.
As I go about my day, some are taken care of, some just slip away..
But others get oh-so-much worse.
There seems to be no cure to this ailment.
This insomniacs disease.
Just go on, don't stop, keeping moving.
Running in circles until I've dug myself a hole I can't get out of.
This is the life of a worrier.

Author's Note

Just something I had to put down.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

The mind can play so many tricks and help cause so many things with others. It can also alleviate conditions with positive energy. You have penned a good one...:)...........

[alltheloveabove]

This insomniac's disease.
Agreed, too often we create non existent problems to quench our burning desire for vitality.

[Kat Blair]

Ha, spent too many sleepless nights worrying. But it's harder to move on then people give it credit for

[annabellee]

So true. I worry to much myself. you described how it feels perfectly.
Loved it :)

[Kat Blair]

Thank you.

[annabellee]

you're welcome :)

[Stoop Kid]

So, so, so well said. The mind of a worrier is such an enigma, sometimes our anxieties defy so many degrees of reason—and yet, we know none of it matters so much—but once the thought comes, it takes a little more than a nudge to get it out the door. But I never let worries take up space in my head for too long if they're not going to pay any rent.

[Kat Blair]

Yes true:)

[ANM]

Very well put together and I guess stemming from first hand knowledge. A powerful piece of poetry beautifully written Kat!

[Kat Blair]

Haha, written as I was worrying. thank ya

[ANM]

Well might I just say stop worrying t never helps...))