I come from a family with lots of anxiety. We use various types of medication or coping techniques to live in a hard world with our many worries--(prayer and meditation are my way of getting through, in case you wondered.) Given that this is the life we were given to live, I think we do pretty well at getting from one end of it to the other.
I play a daily sort of rugby.
Everyday body slamming stray thoughts,
forcing the squadron into enemy territory.
I crawl home with missing limbs, broken bones.
It’s a dance. A climb up Mt. Everest.
A walk in the park.
Everyday I try to be queen of the mountain.
Everyday I go to my knees and give up.