Updated: Sep 28, 2020
I enjoy my routines
The things I do day after day
That give me peace
Grant me space to be.
My routines allow me to travel
To that mountain top
Where I can observe my thoughts
Ponder my actions and just be.
I have quieted my inner judge
Though she is still there.
She’s observing and ready to
Remind me when I am off center.
When I first identified her,
She looked like a he and was huge,
Stern, arms crossed and imposing.
I was surprised by her presence.
Now I’ve come to know she is
There to help me be safe.
I call on her when I’m afraid
And with a breath she rises up
And stands in front of me
With a menacing stare and solid feel.
I am remembering to call for her
When I am lost and falling.
The black holes are familiar to me now.
My negative thoughts remind me of the
Pathways that lead me into a place of
Fear and worry.
My sore fingers are from
my frenzied habit of picking because
I am uneasy, unhooked from my center
And looking for my base.
I recognize my overeating is
Really when I’m crying inside