Don’t Burn The Souffle – Day 187, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Worrying is more exhausting than carrying the weight of your problems on your shoulders.
Worrying is like,
Letting your soufflé bake in your oven for thirty minutes longer than you should’ve left it.
The taste it leaves in your mouth is rancid.
It takes form as an empty stomach too busy growling to be satiated,
Killing your appetite for life until you’re left in a fetal position,
In the middle of your bed,
Begging to feel what it’s like to be your true,
Happy self again.
To worry.
A force as crippling as crying over your past mistakes.
To worry.
The bullets carving your back of angel wings after trying your best to die,
And,
Resurrect as the person you were always meant to be.
Never should we dare to worry,
No matter how much it hurts.
No matter how much it aches.
Because,
At some point we’re all going to die ,
Without a chance to rewind the day,
And,
Smile through it all…