She worries.

So wrote this yesterday, and I cannot think of a better time to publish this. -.- It's called "She Worries," and I was told this was one of the best things I've ever written, so I would really really love you if you commented or shared thoughts! :)

-Katie



She worries.

She worries about the little one, the big one, the old one, everyone.

She worries.

She worries for his safety, her health, his anger, his temper.

She worries.

She worries about the bills, the bellies, the lack of money.

She worries.

She worries about the roof over their heads, and worries if it will stay.

She worries.

She worries about the scars that mark her body, she worries what others think, she worries when she speaks for fear of a slip, or hurting someone even more.

She never tells, even when it eats her alive.

She worries.

She worries about others finding out, she worries that a day will come when her family is torn apart.

She hides the tears, she hides it all, because in the end, she trusts almost no one at all.

She worries.

But in the midst of her anxiety, she makes herself dreams, and hopes for things.

And when she sees him, he makes the worries go away, at least for a little while.

He takes the worries away. He makes her believe that maybe there is a bright side in everything.