Sometimes I’m fearful. I wake-up at midnight and I’m afraid. I wake-up in the morning and I’m afraid. It’s a strange fear because I’m not sure what I’m afraid of. Maybe I do know it, but I refuse to acknowledge it. It’s easier to pretend I don’t know where this is coming from.
Once I’m all up, I know I need to get rid of the fear, because of course it’s so simple to do. I do some yoga, focusing it what I believe will help get rid of this strange sensation.
Deep breath in,
feeling grounded and stable.
I feel better.
The day goes on, it’s mostly cloudy. The moon quietly arrives all wrapped in nigh-time clouds. It’s dark, I’m in bed. And I’m slightly fearful again.