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.