Lost and searching,

Broken,

Wanting to be found,

Listening but not understanding.

Discovering the new,

Fighting the past,

Consumed by the future,

Trapped in a room without a door.

Reaching and climbing,

Begging to be set free,

Chasing relief

Only to find frustration.

It doesn’t want a part,

Yet it desires the whole,

Whispering you’re in danger,

Wanting you to trust in it,

Keeping you from leaving it.

Yet, you’re able I say,

You’re able I shout,

That worry no longer can keep you about.

A waging war is brewing,

A battle worth fighting is rising,

No longer are we victims.

Trapped we once were,

Yet free we now stand.

Worry has no honor

It tries and tries again

To keep us coming back

To the place we once began.

The room is smaller now,

More than before,

We question

We pause.

Yet, we know who we are,

We have discovered ourselves,

Worry has to go,

For we are ours.