Gripped by anxiety,
a looming hospital appointment,
I failed to notice the world outside
where the blackbird continued to sit on her nest in the rain,
and despite my unawareness
the symphony of spring carried on.
Then suddenly, I realized.
I don’t have to fight you any more
I just have to relax.
We are not separate,
you are not something to be held at bay
by techniques and force of mind.
You are a response to a situation,
You have always been the frightened child
I pushed away.
Now you are welcome to rest here
until we both feel safe again.
A queen bee stopped on a flower, unnoticed,
unmoved by my revelation
as I wiped away a tear,
but I will remember.