furrows ☁

I caught myself furrowing my eyebrows even when just taking a sip of coffee I really like

What was I so angry about? 

What was I so stressed about?

Each tiny fold meant a thought of displeasure,

of anger, of confusion

Of a worry that just wouldn't leave me alone 

The folds spread across time, across actions

Deep furrows, when I think, when I nap, when I eat, when I am trying to relax

They stay, they stay, they stayed

The sorrow

But I caught them one hot morning as I looked inside my cup and felt my furrow,

When I realised that there was no purpose to it

They didn't help me when I needed it

They were just the remnants of the agonies of times I've already cut across

Folds of worries, well, I don't need to store them in pockets of my body

I release them now slowly

Moment by moment,

Catching myself at every cup of coffee

And saying goodbye