Something that grows
until it’s exposed.
Something that thrives in the dark,
but withers at the slightest spark -
Worry is a mould that festers,
unless you cut it off at source,
Worry is a ghoul that pesters,
never let it run its course.
So
Let me share it with you now,
Let its hold diminish.
Let me share it with you now,
Let this feeling finish.
And
Let us talk so that you can walk,
Let me help carry so you don’t tarry.
Never worry on your own;
Know that you’re not alone.
