Sadness and Worry

Sadness and worry.
Worry and sadness.
The circle 'round my waist.
I wear them on my hips
my lips
and
my heart.
Afraid.
They drape across my shoulder and whisper in my ear
hiding and reappearing 
like horrid forest elves and no good wood nymphs
and inky fairies of doom and gloom.
Go away, I think.
Migrate and fly, I think, 
But I have built them a warm fire and invited them in and poured them my most
delectable tea.
I have offered them my pens and my pads and my drink. 
Velvet clad sad and soft dhurrie worry, leave or stay and help me scrawl.

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