A Fury Poem by Carla Hart Ruber

When I worry, my face looks a fury;
With all my thoughts of gloom and doom.

As I look in a mirror, I coil back in horror(!) ,
At the image reflected into the room.

I think (when I'm NOT looking) , I'm
Holding inside, all my disgust and
Vehemence! (I guess I CAN'T hide!)

I see I have NO control. I cry out in despair.
Then again, I am horrified, by what
Continues to stare!

Still, I grasp at mere hope that all is not lost!
I'll change this awful visage! At any cost!

I look up, again, and yes(!) , there is a glimmer.
My face starts to change with a visible shimmer.

I smile slowly, and I wonder again, just
Why do I worry? About who I am?

I know I truly have no control, over the way
The things of the world all goes!

So why worry and worry, about
What I cannot change?

I find whether or not I stop worrying,
Life does rearrange.

Whether better or worse, may just depend
On the state of my brain!