When my heart is paralyzed in unrest
When my soul in desperate need for clarity, and all I see is
trouble haunting all my steps
When my forehead is creased, knitted too tightly with disquiet
threads of worry and doubt
And my hands find themselves clasped in agonized anticipation
for the unknown to come about
I must…I simply MUST to myself retell
That all is well, all is well,
all is well, all is well.
-Brenna Swoboda
8/14/13
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