Worries

Hangnails and wrinkles
All the ways that you worry
Eats you up from inside
Takes it slow, there's no hurry
The outcomes you wish for
The pitfalls you fear
A surfeit of caring
For those you hold dear
It's the wind in the trees
Of a long sleepless night
A creak on the stairs
That doesn't sound right
So do what you can
Don't worsen the mess
And resolve that tomorrow
You will get more rest