More Worry Than Work

gray0328

 

Worry wears no heavy boots,  

yet it stomps through our ribs,  

leaving footprints we never erase.  

 

It doesn’t clock in or out,  

doesn’t break for lunch or light,  

it just lingers like a shadowed guest.  

 

Work demands but leaves when done—  

a clock ticking toward permission  

to set your body gently down.  

 

But worry hums in the silence,  

filling rooms with imagined hurricanes,  

planting fears that sprout like weeds.  

 

Work bends our backs, yes,  

but worry—oh, how it bends  

our minds, folding them inward.  

 

When night calls you to rest,  

worry is a thief, pacing floors,  

whispering questions with no answers.  

 

And maybe that’s why it wins

because work ends at the body,  

and worry begins where the soul starts.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 14th, 2026 03:53
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  • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

    a great definition of worry, enjoyed

  • sorenbarrett

    A good message Gray that is so true in every aspect and well set to allegory. Its personification gives life to this poem. Yet if people only could understand that there is no need for worry for one has only two options do something about what you have control over or determine that there is nothing that can be done about it and it will occur or not. In such what will happen will happen and one only needs to endure.

    • gray0328

      It took me 68yrs to realize that Soren. Thank You for sharing your feedback brother

      • sorenbarrett

        Some it takes much longer. You are most welcome Gray

      • Thomas W Case

        This holds a strong, steady clarity—almost like a meditation on something that refuses to be solved.

        What works especially well is how you give worry this quiet physicality: it doesn’t need force, just presence, and that’s what makes it feel inescapable. The turn at the end lands hard too—work is external, but worry lives where thought and feeling merge, so it never really clocks out.

        • gray0328

          Thank You Thomas for sharing your feedback. I always enjoy your insight

        • Friendship

          nicely written



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