to the garden

to the garden i went to pray

for the unrest i felt today

tomorrow continued to creep up sooner

but i couldn't stop feeling bluer

overwhelmed to the point of anxiety

alone without a soul in near sight of me

tomorrow would come like a thief

but i couldn't let it shake my belief

i prayed for strength

i prayed for faith

until my sweat became like blood

and my heart began to thud

but as the words left my lips

i finally breathed in little sips

and noticed that the world was fine

and that my worries were out of line