I wonder if this would do as my next writing group exercise? I'm a bit worried about this one...
Worry
You worry too much,
he said, I know how
to prove it.
I'll suggest something
that's nothing to worry about,
and see how you react.
Imagine -
he smiled at me - imagine
you're a statue.
I stared at him,
not quite able
to believe it.
That isn't worrying,
I replied, it's simply
terrifying.
Imagine this, I said,
you're fully conscious
but can't move.
Can't see or hear,
or feel a pulse, or heartbeat,
can't ever touch.
All you can do,
all you can ever do,
is think.
He thinks
I'm a worrier, but I know
he's turning to stone.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
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