A Warrior, Not A Worrier, I'll Be

I'm a worrier and it's certainly not a trait that I tend to mask. 

I worry about what's for dinner, about my morning commute, I worry about Roger.  Is he really well, or just bluffing? 

I worry about my mother, is she safe, I worry about my father as he watches his wife decline into the throes of old age.  

I worry that people are upset with me, stemming from over-analyzing most everything. 

And I worry about the future, endlessly.

But when it comes down to it, just by switching out the "o" for the "a", and an "io" for the "e", then I become a warrior when the occasion calls for such a reaction.  I may break down once it's all said and done and the relief has swept over me, but I can rise to the occasion and put fear on the back burner for at least a little while.