The Spin Cycle

No matter how hard I try to fight it,

Like my mother before me,

I am a worrier. 

Waking in the middle of the night,

My mind hard at work,

Cataloging every thing that requires worry…

Did I take care of that?

Did I remember everything?

Oh, no-I have got to do that first thing!

How will I do it all?

What if I fail?

Round and round the questions tumble,

A never ending spin cycle. 

When will I learn to breathe, to trust, to let go?

I write things down, I send myself silly texts of to-do lists,

And still, my mind spins and spins in the night,

Forgetting it will all come out in the wash,

Whether I worry or not. 

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