There is nothing terrible
with interrupting
a catastrophic mind
Mine is a bad neighborhood
unaware of your exhale
your breaths becoming
more grounded
in the cue
your brain is signaling your lungs to breathe
There are times those who wander are lost
in anxious and worried thoughts
plunging into the same pattern
in a different place
seeking a higher vibration
but getting loss
in humbleness
a chronic wandering
leads you to the same place
in a different destination
unknown
As someone who has anxiety, this poem definitely resonated with me, especially trying to consciously divert my mind from going to not-so-great places. I especially liked the rhythm of the last stanza.