Were your worries solved after you’ve stayed all night?
You cried but yet to no avail
Sitting idle as you wait for a meat
You assume the worse comes to you
You soak and sink within
Why do you think that worrying makes life better
or it helps you find a way?
Why ignore the beauty you have within?
And searching for what does not exist
Preferring to dwindle in pain and worries
“Don’t give up” is a phrase you so despise
Knowing fully well that it lifts instead
Then you refuse to get on your feet
You prefer to sit back as you brood
When would you accept that worries will not solve a thing
It keeps you in the dark instead
Reframing you from life’s goodness
Causing more harm than you can imagine
As it buries you completely, with regrets that follow
Keep worries aside, else it might be too late
Worries can not solve a thing.
About the Author:
Isioma Jemimah Okonicha has works published in magazines and anthologies. She writes inspirational stories, fictional, and poems. Follow her blog: Dovelyisionline.wordpress.com and Dovelyisi magazine on Twitter and FacebookFollow Isioma Jemimah Okonicha on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter.