Alright

I didn’t have enough rest today.
The obsessive worries that haunt me
Will not go away.

Feelings of failure, concealed by warm hugs and smiles,
Linger longer than just a little while.

Secrets I withhold are inscribed within the words I write.
I hope for a moment where I will feel alright.

March 7, 2011

“Hope with the new day comes strength and new thoughts.”
Eleanor Roosevelt

Tags: hope, Poetry, sadness, stress

• September 5, 2012
• Poetry
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