For Naught

Sometimes all your thoughts are fraught
With fear and dread and worry;
Though some solace may be sought,
It’s not found in a hurry.

Anxiety crescendos ‘til
You’re feeling frail and frantic;
And then, because you know the drill,
Your stress becomes gigantic.

You try to breathe and calm you heart.
It’s hammering like crazy;
And all your nerves are pulled apart
Just like a “loves-me” daisy.

At last you must confront your task;
You’re feeling quite on edge.
You hide your face behind a mask
Like a protective hedge.

But then a miracle occurs
‘Cause though you were distraught,
The line ‘twixt truth and terror blurs;
Distress was all for naught.

Ah, worry! What a waste of time!
It saps us of our steel.
Indulging it we try to climb
Past what it does reveal.