Worry --
Beads on my arm
Like a sticky heat--
Uncomfortable beads
Rippling down my forehead,
Roll of my lashes
And burn my eyes
At the rising of the sun.
But I turn away,
Let the orange and yellow
Flood my pupils
Erase my mind
And reset my pulse...
Calm--
Chirped melodies
Drifting through my ears
Tickle my soul
And pull my strings,
Up--
out of the covers,
Out--
into the world.
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