Worries are only here... until they're goneA Poem by C PerilA meditation on what it means to worry, and why it can be silly to worry when our reality is constantly in a turbulent state of change.
Fretting,
the thought escaped you You painted this vessel, pretty colours You forgot you could smash it upon the ground Worries that dissipate, morning dew weightless in the embrace of a singing sun How the form is actually in flux So too the mountainous anxieties which could, the very next moment, be a flock of beautiful delicate little birds - the kind you paint on ornate China But not your vessel We decided to break your vessel
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Added on February 20, 2022 Last Updated on February 20, 2022 AuthorC PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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