Worries are written into wrinkles that form on faces like letters on pages,
Narrating the human condition that is worry
Worry of what has happened, what will happen, and what is happening.
Questions with no answers but time and wait and see
Thoughts begging to slow down
Nights laid wide awake watching a race behind eyes that never seem to close
Worry that touches the soul
With a fist
Worry is a weight that is often too much
For something as light as a soul.