worry

I wake
in the middle of the night
with to do lists
all ready half grown
in my unconscious state..
like those things
growing on potatoes
that have sat
in the cupboard too long.

Questions needing answers
tangled in my head;
monkeys in a barrel,
I lift the lid to take out
just one
to wrestle with
and they all come
in a big knot of furry,
screaming mischief
and lodge in the pit of my stomach.

Staying the course was tough
but this venturing into uncharted
territory wakes all the sleeping
beasts