Where Do Worries Go...

Where do worries go... Sometimes they come like oppressive dark rain clouds. Other times are like banks of freezing arctic snow. Here anxiety pervades into every crevice and screams out loud, 'Leave me alone, I want to be a jackarse.' I want to be on my own. But then this slippery serpentine emptiness, this numbness subsides, and you decide I no longer wish to be bound, gadded or paralysed. Oh, look at the beautiful rosy morning sunshine it-doesn't-always-hide. Look at the dandelions on the lawn, see-how-marvellous they all now shine. 'Isn't this my time? ' Surely I can climb that summit and make life into something. Oh worries, where do you go... I bid you good morrow, but I know full well; worse than ever like flees-on-a-stray tabby-cat, you'll return-again-tomorrow with equally worsening weather.