Quicksand

I'm still working on this one, but decided to post it anyway. And, no, I am not currently suffering from anxiety or depression. I started with the word worry and it triggered thoughts about interactions with people I have been close to.


The Quicksand of Worry

Why does it feel so comfortable

to wallow in worry?

It slowly sucks you in

And coddles you.

Warm

Secure

Familiar.

Until you realize

it’s quicksand.

And you have to fight

to survive.

Sinking

Thrashing

Scared.

Consumed by worry.

Desperate

to get out

before it kills you.

Worry

Worry.

An early morning phone call from a hospital

will do that

when you have elderly parents,

children,

people you care about who don’t live with you.

The pit of the stomach moment when you realize

this is not a social call.

And as your mind races

you realize

it isn’t as bad

as the call you were dreading.

You can deal with this one

without emotions getting in the way,

too much.

You can make a plan,

Be practical,

Breathe a little,

And be in control

Of part of the situation.

Worry.

Sure, it is there.

Nagging in your head

Tugging at your heart

Drilling a hole in your stomach.

Worry, but not dispair

or grief.

Not this time.