David Richmond Poet Rhyme

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Worry

You sit and think of what could be
but not with any sense of glee.
The future looks all dull and dark
so, before long you lose life’s spark.

Soon stinking thinking starts to stress
and heavy feelings start to press.   
Your mind becomes a muddled mess
and mental zest gets less and less.

You cannot sleep, you lie and weep
as self-pity over you sweep.
The mirror tells a terror tale
of pallid face and figure frail.

If this is you, then turn the tide,
Tis past the time to bide and hide.
 Cry out for help, the silence end
seek out those who can help you mend.

The things you fear may never come
so, worrying is downright dumb.
It paralyzes, makes you numb,
it saps your strength and leaves you glum.

Your thoughts tremendous power hold
To scare you stiff or make you bold.
Don’t ever let your thoughts run wild,
but train them as a little child.

Don’t waste your watts with worrying
it drains and leaves you wearying.
Tend to thoughts that lift you up
and good outcomes will fill your cup.

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Alexis Y. February 24, 2022 at 12:44 PM WoW! David, That sounds like worrying to a tee. You described worrying very well. I used to be a worrier but like you said I realized that it was dumb. The later portion of your write was well said and motivational. Thanks for sharing-Alexis David Richmond March 1, 2022 at 5:51 PM Thanks, Alexis for your complimentary comments. I'm happy you found my description of worry to be on target. With most of my poems, I try to end with a motivational call to action or a hopeful note.

Darlene De Beaulieu February 23, 2022 at 4:28 PM Hello David, it does not pay to worry. it gets you no where. enjoy your evening my friend. David Richmond March 1, 2022 at 5:52 PM You're right about that, Darlene.

Jeff Kyser February 23, 2022 at 2:45 PM Nice one, David! Anxiety is like a rocking chair - a lot of work to keep it moving, and it doesn't go anywhere! David Richmond February 23, 2022 at 5:28 PM I agree Jeff, that is why I wrote this poem. Help me get this message out by sharing this poem so that people who are caught in the vicious cycle of worry and anxiety can be set free.