What, Worry?

Insubstantial
as a cotton-candy-cloud,
the object of worry
can evaporate
in an instant

of clarity.
Imagined
hurts,
devastating ills,
intense dialogues

melt away like
faint frost

on the sun-baking
window.

Worry can ballon

into a billowing bank

of storm clouds.

Take a deep breath.
Perhaps it is as bad as you think.
But perhaps
it doesn’t even (yet)
exist

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