what is this tiny ache
that swells
beneath my heart?
a worry, sorrow, dismay?
please let it soon depart!
how restless are my days
wondering what is yet to come
blocks, delays, and stagnation
oh hellfire, woe, and damnation!
where is this life of ease,
that others claim exists?
it seems but just illusion,
a grandiose delusion
if i could trust myself enough
to allay all my fears,
to trust the lot that I’ve been cast,
the ache would disappear

“If I could trust myself enough” . . . .Ooh, there it is, right there! ❤️
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It never seems to get easier, lol, even as I age!
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I relate more than I wish I did ❤
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