Things Are Alright

There's always disaster lurking here.

At least, that's what the voice

Dwelling in my head says.

A day could swim by with nothing

But good, delightful instances.

And it wouldn't be enough

To appease the restless voice.

So it's a fight that refuses to bend,

A battle to put that voice in place.

A reminder;

Things are alright and it's not the end.