worry

worry.
i used to not worry.
now? now, worry is all i do it seems.
i struggle to be present. 
i struggle with the screw inside my gut that twist all my insides together.
i struggle as dread hangs from my tendons pulling me lower and lower. 
i know i shouldn't. i know i should let go. i know it serves me none. 
but i don't know how to get away from it. 
you can't run because it's everywhere. you can't hide because it's everywhere. 
it lives in me. everywhere.

h