Could I, perhaps, learn to smell a flower calmly,
calmly breathe in an aromatic bloom?
Blooming inside me is worry, instead.
Instead, I feel the anxiety loom,

loom over a heart that won't be at peace.
Peace should be found in sweet scents breathed in.
In my mind, all is fraught with dangers -
dangers imagined, apocalypses that don't begin.

Begin to trust the world, my heart.
Heart, love the peaceful place where you stand.
Stand in an easier, more carefree fashion.
Fashion a calm within you, that you can expand.

Expand your expectations to include the positive.
Positive you must be, that stillness won't always bring storms.
Storms are something you can learn to ride out.
Out with dread! Make hope your new norm.