The anxious heart

The anxious heart

Rises.

It craves release.

Leaping

Into the mouth,

Racing away

With itself,

And breaking,

Needlessly,

Over small things,

When so little

Can be done.

So much

Can be said

For waiting,

Until the rush

Of hot blood

Has subsided.

Take time,

Remember yourself,

And breathe.

Feel the sand beneath

Your feet,

Washed clean,

As a breaking wave

Tickles your toes.

The smell and taste

Of the sea

Is in your nose,

And the gentle kiss

Of a warm breeze,

Announces

The sound

Of bird song,

From somewhere

High above,

In a line of trees,

That grow so tall,

And free,

As to remind you

Of all that you can be.

When you pause,

To breathe,

And take a moment

To believe,

You can prevail,

And in the end

You will not fail.