Unsettled

Worry gnaws within my soul;
I try to pray,
but even God can’t fill this hole,
I have to say.

I thought that I would be okay,
unlike the rest,
when my two daughters went away,
no empty nest.

Their newfound wings, with strength possessed,
took well to flight,
which ought to tell me in their quest
they’ll be alright.

But ought is not within my might,
I have to know
to soothe the thoughts that rage at night.
those thoughts must go.

If only you could make it so;
Send stress away.
Please find a crystal ball to show
they’ll be okay.