Oh Anxiety, what a treacherous friend you are!
You tell us you’re here for us, you’ve got our backs,
But when we need Patience, you make us quiver,
And our hearts, shaking, can’t abide your presence.
So we do what we must to reduce the worry,
We try to eliminate the things we can’t control,
Never knowing what might have happened
If we could have waited for Patience to come around.
© 2015 H.K. Longmore