Stress

Stress makes me weak and leaves me in pain,

It fills me with fear like a storm in my brain.

It tears at my chest and a hole it does leave,

It hurts just to swallow and it gets harder to breath.

My hands become numb and my stomach it turns,

When stress takes control how quickly it learns.

Stress is a fiend that cannot be out run,

But stress can be weakened through frolic and fun.

Stress weighs me down and takes a toll on my heart,

But in time and with help my stress will depart.

~David Phillips~