Just Relax

As I sit here and needlessly worry,

time feels as though it has ceased to pass.

It's as if Father Time himself has corked the passage

from which the sands of time hastily flow

before retiring for the endless night.

The anxiety will only ebb away

when she finally returns home safely.

Only then will my tired eyes close

and my quickened heartbeat will finally ease.

I know worrying is senseless and unfounded,

but what can I do? I've always been this way.

A nervous, anxious mess

who will probably never know

how to just sit back and relax.