It Will Pass

Worrying about the judgers.

The people who I worry about 
judging me 
will be dead soon.

And so will I.

So why do I bother 
worrying so much?

Who will be left?

Do you think my kids, kids, kids 
will care 
that I lost sleep tonight?

Heck no, 
they will barely consider me, 
if they even do at all.

But the pain feels so very real 
in this moment.

Have faith; 
it will pass.
 
I…