This poem is inspired by my blog post ‘Lesson 122: Breaking Free: How to Reclaim Your Life from Anxiety and Panic‘. You can find the full post here:
Anxiety comes like weather does—
a sudden squall, a restless buzz.
It isn’t you, it isn’t fate;
it’s wind that passes through the gate.
A thought can spark, the heart can race,
your breath climbs high, you scan the space.
This is your body’s old alarm,
meant once to keep you safe from harm.
You try to fight, to push it down—
the more you wrestle, the more it’s found.
But when you soften, let it be,
the tide recedes back to the sea.
Say, “This is here.” Then name it plain:
“This is anxiety”—not shame.
No judgment, just a simple note;
you are the harbor, not the boat.
Let feelings rise and fall like rain;
they peak, then fade, then clear again.
No need to “fix” each passing wave—
your steady breath is what makes you brave.
Be kind inside the storm you meet:
a hand to heart, a gentler beat.
Speak as you would to one you love:
“It’s hard right now—and peace will come.”
When thoughts run wild, invite them in,
then watch them fade, like mist at dawn.
Remember: thoughts are not the law—
they come and go—don’t let them own you.
Come back to now—what meets your sight?
The chair, the floor, the afternoon light.
Name five small things your senses know;
breathe once again, then let it go.
Walk, write, or paint the rush you feel;
move grief through motion—time can heal.
Small rituals stitch the day in place:
tea, sunlight, laughter, open space.
And if you shake or lose your ground,
remember—fear just makes a sound.
It’s only warning, not the end;
just pause, and let your body mend.
Slow down the pace, reclaim your space;
feel air move softly on your face.
With every breath, your calmness grows—
you soothe the tide by what you know.
You’re not alone—this road is wide;
so many walk there by your side.
Reach out, be held, let others see
how brave it is to simply be.
Make room for joy, the smallest kind—
a laugh, a song, a quiet mind.
The sun through leaves, the gentle breeze—
these simple things can set you free.
And when another wave draws near,
you’ll know its shape—you’ve met it here.
Welcome, breathe, and let it pass;
each storm dissolves like shattered glass.
Freedom isn’t sudden flight—
it’s choosing gentleness over fight,
and learning, as the moments pass,
that what arrives will always pass.
So claim your day in open air;
you’ve come through more than you’re aware.
You’re not your fear, nor what it took—
you’re strength remade, with a softer look.
And when the world feels wild or new,
remember this: your heart stayed true.
No longer bound, no longer small—
you rise, unshaken, through it all.
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