Stress

Stress is not being busy

Stress is worry

It is falling into a trap

It is being scared

                                                      of the things that need to be done

                                                      of the stones that need be turned

                                                      of the person needed to be 

                                                      of the people needed to please

We must relax when worry strikes

Two deep breaths relieve the stress

But the stress is always fighting back

Resting their hands on our garnished palms

                                                      Predicting our future, depicting our happiness.

                                                      Falling for weakness, ailing to gossip.

                                                      Pumping our brakes, pompous and hung.

                                                      On the things that are to come, of the things that must be done.