There are some things I must forget,
some folks I must let go.
Some dreams that I ought not abet,
some plans I must forego.
For things do break, not all folks stay,
and plans will sometimes fail;
some dreams just come then go away,
tears watering their trail.
To quit or stay, they both require
thought and courage plenty.
To clutch or throw away the mire:
choose and pick one wisely.
Of all I need to leave behind,
one thing I will not miss
nor wish it lingered in my mind
is worry’s deathly kiss.
So, yes, dear worry, leave now me
I have unlocked the door.
Run like a thief, take flight and flee —
Imprison me no more.
(Photo credit: “The door is open” by heph on DeviantArt.com)