Changing Spots

 
A walk in the park
Now wouldn’t that be nice.
The morning shows
A promise, a pact
With the sun —
Today is the day.
 
I stand wistfully
Looking on like a grave
Through the window,
A warmth radiates
But I keep
Alone to myself.
 
This one’s always hard
The days I think I can,
Anxiety
It’s all in my head,
Still I try
At changing my spots.
 
A hand on the knob
To open the front door,
I bow my head
My eyes slowly close
As I pray,
And stay where I am.