On Worrying.


My thoughts woke me up from my slumber,
It drove sleep from my eyes, stole my rest, and gave me worries,
It took my down the former path of the past, 
Filled with murky-potholes of mistakes and trials, 
It projected me to the future, making anxious of things beyond my grasp,
Until I realise it is ruining my present, not making me aware of each moment, 
I can only heal from the past, by being in my present, and preparing for the future.

© Toobrightanthony 
📸 : Darina Belonogova@pexels


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