Stress

My My look at me in the mirror,
The edges of my being, are frayed The tip of my soul is tattered
My My look at me in the mirror.

I'm all confused at this stress
It cuts into my life
I need to just sheaf the knife
This stress continues in my life

Its tangled,
Its a jumbled mess
The thoughts betray me
Which way is up
Which end of the knot
Should I start with first.

Be quiet now
Its time to apply the medicine
Hug ur soul smooth the edges,
Un-tie the knot
Its time to take a break

No No not run away
Simply take a break
Or as some would say
Let's take a vac`a