The Angst Wrinkle

 

All that I have pondered

Wound up in that crease

Every single worry

Each thought that would not cease…

 

Every vexing burden,

Before it found its end

Fought for front and center

And furrowed deeply in.

 

Concerns that greatly mattered

I’ve forgotten now,

But not before they dug in

And settled on my brow.

 

And fears that summoned torment

Have ebbed and died in vain

Leaving me to wonder

Why worry should remain…

 

Sharon Frye