Worlds of Us
Worlds of Us
Worries surround our worlds.
And as we pass through each,
A new, seem to attach itself to all that already exist.
As the worries in life come,
The world, that we all swell to survive,
In ways, feel to be lost in the midst of difficulties.
Raging times come to each world.
With this; are times of forgotenence of joyousness,
Replaced are memories of worries, passing through our eyes into mind.
Worlds come always by our waking side,
To be of peace, then to change to worlds of the unknown,
Causing disbelief in the change brought through eyes to mind.
The worlds die by our falling into subconscious of the setting horizon,
But the difficulties of each new world bring back forth the worries.
Worries, from before the last fall, into our restful world; night’s peace.
But we continue falling; to gain relaxation from the previous worlds.
We try to swell to survive the worries of each world’s bringing.
And; not to leave into the forgotten, but remember the joys of the world.
For there are memories of joy brought by every world we go through.
Memories remembered by the calm; in between every brought worry.
And to think of each world’s joyous time; makes each coming world survivable.
Copyright © Kayla Phillips | Year Posted 2010
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