lures around corners,
and retires at the doorstep
of your mind.
It is the uninvited guest, at the pity party you didnt mean to throw;
it is the side of sauce that you engorge, at the meal of your patience;
it is your nervous tick of something almost due;
it may devour, conquer, or condemn you.
Stress leaves no bread cumbs to a path wiserly taken
but rather, trailers our minds with images of what could have been,
stress comforms to our meditations of cognitive thought,
while still conserving its fanged bite for the first progressive step.
a foe to a friend
a friend of peace
but we may never reach, to shake peace’s gentle hand
until we can take that first painful step
away from stress.
I don’t want to lose you.’ His voice almost a whisper. Seeing his haggard expression, she took his hand and squeezed it, then reluctantly let it go. She could feel the tears again, and she fought them back. ‘But you don’t want to keep me, either, do you?’ To that, he had no response.