Day 30 prompt: wheels

(a nonnet)

Midnight moon glows through the sheers. Awake.

The wheels of worry spin again.

What if I’m not strong enough?

Did they get it all out?

Can we afford this?

Do I scare them?

Will I live?

If not?

God?

[A nonnet has nine lines – the first with nine syllables, the second eight, and so on until the final line has just one syllable. The meter should be iambic (I’m not sure this poem totally satisfies that rule). My first nonnet was “Farm Girl.”]