Anxiety and worry
I tend to wear on my shoulder
Still I carry on
like a frightened soldier.
Sleep will not come
for the troubled and concerned heart.
The load is heavy
when adversity will not part.
A rut in the floor
will be impressed soon enough
as I search for answers
primarily filled with love.
Answers elude me
when I try to find them alone.
This is more than
I can ever do on my own.
My troubles make me
pace a thousand times or more
but no peace comes
until my knees hit the floor.
The answer comes,
“Your troubles I will keep.
Rest now child,
it is time for you to sleep.”
© 2013 ck’s days

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