Poem: I Worry Therefore I AM

I Worry Therefore I AM

By Jessika Malo
QuailBellMagazine.com

I worry that the sun will forget to wake up to awaken the world
I worry that the man in the moon will confiscate all the light
I worry that the wave will forget the way back, then midst its return, its foam will suffocate its breathes
I worry that although the tree tops prance over the back of the horizon; their roots are withered and sick
I worry that we have lost the count, or the count have lost us
I worry that you have confused the shades of my smell,
That you have taught your body how to survive without me
I worry that my skin keeps rejuvenating, farther and deeper, away from you
I worry that you no longer can read my smile that you still draw yourself
I worry that you have colored our memories with fade
That you have erased the silhouettes of our bodies from the hearts of the walls that have leaned on us
That you have picked up the noise, which I fell in love with, of nails dropping to the floor every time I shave for you
That you have smothered the happiness of my face touching yours, like a secret handshake to the contract of eternity
I worry that you no longer sip on the dew of my eyelids, announcing my mornings
And without my mornings, I no longer am,
Therefore I no longer worry,
and that’s my biggest worry of all…

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