Worry Poem by Brian Hinckley

Worry can gnaw, gnashing teeth that bite in,
chewing a person from the inside out,
no matter what the real reasons are,
worry can devour the sinful and the devout.

Did one say the wrong thing, wrong time and wrong place,
causing a rift where once there was none,
or did one conjure up problems in ones own mind,
mixing worry and doubt in thoughts own cauldron?

Worry can carry one to places they never wished to be,
tossing and turning day and night, forcing one to think,
to another or the same, either possibility can occur,
but either choice can make ones heart sink.

Can it be that one can, in the silence of ones mind,
fix a rift that does not truly exist,
bringing one and their other together again,
one believes so and, despite it all, will persist.