Copyright 2023 James C Horner
Raising my arms calms my spirit,
balances my blood pressure as I breathe.
Broadening my chest with arms wide open
unties my knotted stress.
Painting rainbows colors my anxiety.
My arms arch side-to-side like waves.
I circle my arms to part the clouds. Waves
of dizziness float away from my spirit.
I repulse eight monkeys giving me stress,
finally get them off my back. Lungs open,
I row my boat on a calm lake, breathe
out, and in, and try to drown anxiety.
I cast my cares to the Divine, depopulate my social anxiety.
My palms float up as I play with these nighttime waves.
To gaze at the moon, I frame my hands and look for the spirit
shining through. What do I want to stress?
Right and left, I twist and push my palms open.
Like a slalom skier, I don’t forget to breathe.
Lethargy. I shake off. Wave my hands. Like clouds. Breathe.
My eyes pull me past sticky anxiety.
I hinge down and scoop the sea’s waves,
fling up the water and embrace the sky, smile with a holiday spirit.
Now I’m in the waves. It is a pleasing fear. Stress
pops salty bubbles as the infinite skies open.
Tightness in my chest returns. I open
my wings and fly like a dove. I breathe.
It is not all bunnies and rainbows. My fighting spirit
coils out with punching fists. My ring-side manager cheers and waves!
I fly like a wild goose. Down below is anxiety
I have to live with, mud-sucking stress.
I am stuck with spinning my wheels. Why not stress
going in circles? whirl my arms about me, open
to my seven- year-old self bouncing a ball as I breathe
innocence before the time of General Anxiety.
I stop hopping. The tinnitus hums in waves.
My palms press in my scattered energy and spirit.
My spirit makes a companion of stress.
I breathe like the wind blowing the gates open.
I no longer fight anxiety. My bright angel waves.