Seeds of Disorder

Seeds of Disorder

Fear or worry

Which comes first

Sometimes fear treads lightly

Stalking me as unnamed apprehension

A benign tumor caught in my craw

Ice water coursing into my veins

Till silently worry takes over

A brief respite from urgency

Then stores itself in the deep

Recesses of my mind

Unresolved it takes action

Quietly stitching an anxiety pouch

On which I monogram

Compare and make me look good

I am enough

No fear enfolds me

Today

In the moment

I am whole

And complete

A perfect me

Not measured

By another's compass

I do not compete

No speculation

No hesitation

No intimidation

No

No

No

Today I am enough

Thank you, God.  

 7/21/15