There's a familiar pit in my stomach
Instead of scrambling up the walls to escape it, bloodlying my fingertips,
I sit
I sit right down in the center of this familiar dark
And I feel it move
First into my shoulders
I relax my shoulders
Give them a good roll
It moves then down to my kneecaps
I stretch out my legs as I breathe in
I observe
It moves again
Into the tips of my toes
And before I've finished exhaling,
It's left me
Do I miss it?
Not particularly
It'll be back
Next time I might have some tea while I sit
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Been struggling with anxiety a bit more lately. Just stress mostly. This one is about that.