Therapy Bits

I wake each morning
trying to balance on the thin edge
between too much and nothing at all.

Some days I am a calm sea,
others, a storm I cannot name.
The smallest thing—a song,
a word left unsaid—
tips the scale inside me.

I watch people move
as if gravity never forgets them.
Their laughter lands evenly,
their eyes do not flicker
between hope and retreat.

My desire is simple,
not for joy or greatness,
only steadiness—
to breathe without bracing,
to love without trembling,
to rest without wondering
what version of myself
will wake tomorrow.

I want to be still
and mean it.
I want the tide in me
to learn
the rhythm of peace.

desire – The Daily Spur