I fear the rain.
I worry about a plague.
A disaster is following me.
What begins will end.
I wait the days.
I see changes and pause.

My friend is careful.
My paranoia he rejects.
Because we agree on many things,
as days go by, I change.
My former anxiety is gone.
I will not fall.
I walk and have hope again.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2019 W. Wayne B.
Original image: The Florentine Pietà, Museo dell’Opera del Duomo. By George M. Groutas [Image license]