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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required MY TROUBLES My troubles followed me home today as they did not want to be alone. “Wait for us!” they cried and came in before I could close the door. As my troubles sat with me in my favorite chair they began to tell me of their worries and their cares. “You could have done better,” was their solemn advice. “You could have tried harder to be nice.” Their words were not welcomed no comfort did they bring. Still my troubles kept on with their sad refrain. “Are you listening?” screamed my troubles drowning out my favorite show as they would not be hindered in their mission to haunt me. My troubles pressed on with vigor. An unpaid bill. A little white lie. An unfinished repair. “Look at you. Is this all you can do?” I wanted to rest but they said no. For a moment I almost forgot that they were there. Waiting for a commercial my troubles returned in force to remind me of the thing left undone. These evil warriors battled on with curses and pathetic tales of lost opportunities gone forever because of my lack of care. As bedtime ended the day long battle my troubles groaned and shrieked, “Wait don’t leave us!” “Oh, you are so weak.” They were silent until I closed my eyes then they were quick to say “Good night, sweet prince. Sleep tight.” “We’ll be waiting.” In the peace that passes understanding I slumbered well past dawn when my troubles woke me to tell me that it was nearly noon. The battle of the mind renewed again with fierce intensity growing to a deafening roar in every corner of my head. What am I to do. with these my awful friends? To their hate and spite give in? No! I’ll do something better. I’ll rise up and start my life renewed. To fight with all my might until a victory over my troubles I win. I’ll read a book. I’ll write a poem. I’ll help someone feel better again. I will live each second with joy and with praise so that tonight when I go to bed I can say. “Good Night. My troubles. " "Good Night.” “Forever.“
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