As the moments pass by,
The clouds turn to cry,
The trees flutter to whisper,
I can’t help but pinch myself and wonder,
Whether all this was always gonna be a thing I ponder?
Or could I have done things a little differently?
Could I have altered my path to bring ease instead of difficulty?
Is this me going crazy?
It is not: it is just intense consistent anxiety.
Is it me losing my ability?
It is not: it is just a passing phase of fragility.
Allow yourself to feel,
And to wind the emotions in like a wheel,
Of trust and compassion for yourself and the earth,
For all the happiness and ease you deserve.
Know it is right there: it has not drifted,
The worthiness has not shifted,
And never will.
Your sorrow will bathe in the grace you give it,
Your trauma will heal with the time you trust to it.
As much as this feels the furthest from any fingertip,
Some little niggle inside just can’t loosen its grip.