by: Rebecca Taylor

Worry wound tight like a clock spring

Uncertainty bellows in the dark like a train’s whistle

Fear hidden under blankets like a frightened child in a thunder storm

Unsaid words linger like static

Pain rises like water in a leaky boat

Tension tight like a rope stretched to its max

Emotional turmoil boils like hot oil in a deep fryer

All felt at once like a lightning bolt striking

Finally a deep breath comes like everlasting relief

Patience walks in the door like a stranger come home.