Nothing

My heart palpitates.
It's hard to breath.
Shoulders feel heavy.
Fight or flight response activated.

But this fountain doesn't care.
The clouds shrug and turn away.
The wind still slithers through the leaves of the trees.
Cars race past, occupied by other lives, headed to other destinations.

The worry builds up in my head,
like the lid of a boiling pot of rice.
It's going to bubble over any second.
Any second now.

Then I think:
In a week, this will be
nothing.

This too shall pass.
It always works out.
God is in control.
God is in control.

My heart will keep beating.
My lungs will expand and contract.
My burden will be lifted
and I'll realize there is nothing to confront or flee from.

This fountain doesn't care.
The clouds shrug, wind blows, cars pass.

I am not the only one.
Something,
Everything,
can become
Nothing.
Or was all along.

This too shall pass.
It always works out.
God is in control.
God is in control.