No More Running: A Nod To The Anxious Warrior
Simple lines of hazy truth can collapse my breath.
Effortless swirls of inconsistency can break my spine.
The weight of mental confusion makes my head pound from the inside out.
I don’t want to run. I don’t want to abandon myself.
And of course you wanna know why.
I want to tell you.
I can feel my chest tighten, hugging itself uncomfortably. I feel trapped in my clothes, lights hurt my eyes, and I need to escape NOW.
Gentle holding of my truth brings me to a halt.
Fierce acknowledgement of the experience calms my pounding heart.
I lean into the present moment, trusting my intuition that for real, I’m enough.