I found you hiding behind the old willow tree full of worry like a bee without its honey. You stood shaking like a leaf as it danced off the tree. You were more agitated than a newborn baby when it’s hungry and mommy is nowhere to be found. The tension is so thick no knife could ever cut it. I fear that you will never find peace if you can’t control your uneasiness. There is nothing worst than good old anxiety. Anxiety is no friend of mine. Is it yours?
Anxiety© Felina’s Thought of the Day (10/11/17)
By Felina Silver Robinson