When Anxiety Greets You In The Morning

When anxiety greets you in the morning

And plagues your waking minute with its chill;

When it rules o’er you in daytime

Scratching every worry with its quill;

When it dines with you at dinner

And ensures you lack your fill;

Breathe deep.

 

And when it whispers lies of lacking

To argue gift and every skill;

When it threatens tales of doom to follow

Any action, want, or will;

When it thrusts you into madness

Then reels your soul with fleeting thrill;

Breathe deep.

 

When it makes a mountain in your head

Out of a petty hill;

When it pledges to not ever leave you

And you fear it never will;

When in the reins of anxiety

You’ll know not freedom ’til

Breathe.

 

Deep.

 

Be.

 

Still.