Stress & A Blanket For Sleep. Yes, I Thank It, Even Though I Weep Poem by C. Dawn Campbell

It grabs us when we're not looking and makes us cry and scream. It makes us feel our blood is cooking, which is why that's what it'd seem.

People looking on, often look so calm. Before one is grown there are no thoughts of alm.

Always, there's much to do, which can make one feel stressed.  There's praise for all that's through, for that is when there's rest. 

Sometimes stress hurts the neck, making muscles feel tight. The days,
one swerves each wreck, while peaceful's often the night.

'Watch out! ' 'Grab that! ' 'Hold on! ' 'Retrieve! ' There's doubt. I'm sad, so'll groan 'Good Grief! '

Stress makes a person act unreal. I guess, it wakes a great big deal.

The rest, I do thank it. & yes, I do love a blanket. 

(February 17,2012)