Known

Anxiety: gripping, ripping, tripping me

Echoes of tension make it hard to just be.

Anticipatory responses to unknown threats are paralyzing

Rigid and tiptoeing without even realizing.

Taking pride in kindness and optimism

Yet at times in the shadows light scatters through a dark prism.

Unable to recognize my reflection in those moments

Wishing those parts of myself would go dormant.

Push, push, push down the emotions

Until they emerge uncontrollable

Volatile as the ocean.

But then, him. Who truly knows my soul

And helped me to realize I am already whole.

He reminds me to be present, all-loving and kind

As I show compassion to the aches of others

I should also show mercy to mine.

A newfound force of mindfulness and calm

Nothing to worry about if nothing is wrong.

Recognition of each feeling in its true weight

Allows for genuineness to predominate

The more ease with myself the more I know

An uplifting atmosphere that has encouraged me to grow.