Therapy Bits

One day, I’ll be free of anxiety
and my breath won’t tremble like thin glass.
The clock will tick without accusation,
and silence will not hum with threat.

I will walk barefoot through morning grass,
each blade forgiving my hesitations.
The sky will open — not to test me,
but to invite me to stay awhile.

No thought will chase another thought
like frightened birds across my chest.
The world will still be loud, uncertain,
but I will no longer shrink from it.

I’ll greet the day with steady hands,
not clenched, not pleading — just open.
And when the wind moves through me,
I’ll finally move with it, not against.

That day is not here yet,
but it waits — patient, soft,
like sunlight behind a long cloud,
ready to pour itself through.

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