Worry Doll

and those are
my fears...

I whisper into
the worry doll's ear

She is charged
with listening

and then carrying
my burdens for me

Did I make you
my worry doll?

through encrypted
messages

decipher my fears

my history a
bottomless pit

Too steep to climb

What a charge
to carry so much

sorrow

How heavy
it must have
been

Not knowing
where to put
it down

You carried
it upon your
back

Perhaps we
could have

dug a hole

built a nest

fueled a fire

put it to rest.
A.S.
6/13/09