Sometimes it feels like my problems are stacked
One inside the other
Small into bigger
Bigger into bigger still
Echoes of time lost and found again
Small to start, like the petals on a carnation
Unfurling those petals to make a flower
Rich and heavy as ripe apples in an orchard
Longing to be plucked and eaten
Something sweet to quell the hunger inside
To pass like velvet on my tongue
To smooth and caress.

At times I collapse, drift off into my dreams
When the pressures of life
Have pushed me passed my threshold
I sit quietly and let off steam
A train at a railway station waiting for more coal
I clasp my hands, breathe deeply
And in the hush whisper to myself
These problems will come and go
Summer sun to winter frost
The world will keep on turning
And when all the problems seem ready to jettison
I will pack them away and be left with a beautiful red doll
To place upon my sun filled window sill.