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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