Secret Worry Poem by Heather Z. Hanna
Secret Worry
My worried mind,
My hopeful Heart,
With fear and questions
and resignations,
Did conjer up
So many scenes,
In negative light
and darkening sight.
That truth be told,
There is no proof,
Of devilish tricks
or a dirty fix.
No question then
Of your intent,
To flee and withdraw
as I thought I saw.
Because my mind
And worried Heart,
Drew picture unfair
that you didn't care.
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4/19/2024 5:52:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The mind does have a tendency to play tricks on us. The heart further compounds the problem. Good write, Heather! Brian