Worry Not
Worry Not


A little restless
A little perturbed
Sans smile and chirping self
Perhaps…
Your intent is not picking up pace
A little blunt
A little hoarse
Your voice belies
Usual texture
Your agitated self
Perhaps…
Is about to explode
A little hurt
A little sad
A quaint reddish hue
On the facade
Hints at soreness
Perhaps you are saddened
Having missed the edge
And need
A bit of assuage
Worry not
If the chosen desires
Do not fruition
Wishes perched on wings
Do not soar
Feel not bad
Nor lonesome
For the horizon will brighten up
To silence darkness
In hours to come.