Worrying

Too much going on right now
Too many things to say
Taking my mum for spine injections
Is scaring me today

I haven't posted in a bit
Except for the poem this morning
Written when the birds were singing
When this day was dawning

I tend to hide my feelings away
Inspiration shrivels and dies
Because my worry stifles words
It plucks them from the skies

I like to let my words run free
But when my heart is lost
Because of some fret or panic
My words seem to pay the cost

So apologies for this miserable poem
But it's taken so much to write
I didn't worry when I wrote of waves
In the glimmer of first light

When I need to express myself
My words have upped and left
So I am sitting here lonely as can be
Since the letters made me bereft

I hope that she will be ok
I hope that today will be fine
I hope the words come back to me
To express these feelings of mine

I.Sparrow

(I might not have wrote in a while
But it really makes me feel better
Knowing that I have an outlet
Because I'm a terrible fretter!)