Whispered Wanderings

On the surface, it doesn’t seem
to be a bad thing;
until that thinking becomes
instead a judgment:
that I’m somehow not
and never will be enough
for whatever situation,
and from here is where
worry is born
which then becomes something else
entirely.

But the day is new, so I
look up to the sun.
Accept her warmth,
her forgiving energy;
feel it flow through me,
a rippling current
of creativity
and suddenly:

I know.

The way will be shown to me,
as I continue the heavy work
psyche demands, and
take life step by
beautiful
step.

klm
5/6/23