Stress.

Stress.

Here it comes again.

Creeping, crawling, sneaking in.

It enters from the top of your head,

and it flows down through the rest of you.

It stays and weighs heavy.

Makes me slow, sad, and sour.

Trying to shake it, trying to smile.

Amplifying every bump in life’s road.

Could only be a pebble or a deep hole,

just keeps adding up.

Weight…

My personal stress, I carry.

Their stress, I carry.

I smile for others,

even when others don’t smile for me.

Weight…

Energy out was energy earned and now it’s gone.

Starting over,

good things ahead…

I hope.