My worries pile atop like
sand hills collect on the earth
Some days I am left wondering
what is my purpose and worth?
I write about love a lot
to deflect my anxiety
So many days I\'m trapped
in my own head in solidarity
To live in a world
with so much fear is cruel
And to let it get to me the way I do
makes me feel like a fool
Hope wanes as winter
lags on in such a way
My solace is knowing that
there will be relief someday