'' Believe And It Will Disappear '' Poem by Bri Mar

'' Believe And It Will Disappear ''



The terrible thing about worry,
On your brain it acts like a slurry,
Though it doesn't show it before you know it,
You're going nowhere in a hurry.

At the slightest thing you react,
You treat every event as a fact,
To the truth you're blind so it preys on your mind,
You feel like you're being attacked.

Blame always knocks on your door,
Life then becomes such a chore,
Your brain's like a sieve you don't want to live,
It hurts you right through to the core.

You then ask me if there's a cure,
For this I can reassure,
Worry's man made it's a game being played,
It's something you don't need to endure.

Why does it cause you such grief?
It's because you have no self-belief,
You have the power to stand tall not cower,
Already you can feel the relief.

Now that your heads back in gear,
You forget about worry and fear,
Your soul you'll save from an early grave,


‘' Believe, And It Will Disappear ‘'

Monday, December 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: worry
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Better to be half full it enhances life.
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