Approximate reading time: 3 min

16th February 2021
Another beautiful day
Sitting quietly on my own
Painting random pictures
To accompany all my poems.
Listening to hours of transcripts
(therapy sessions with Gabor)
So much this man teaches
Just resonates to my core
The doorbell rings
A surprise delivery for me?
OMG, someone’s sent flowers
I’m so excited to see!
I rip open the box
(like a kid at Christmas.)
The note simply says.


Of course, who else
Could it be….
But my wonderful, amazing
Favourite Cuzzie!
I call him Cuzzie Bond
(Because he is cooler than he knows.)
He’s always there to listen
Our conversations
Simply flow
He is my rock
My safe place
where I can simply be and rest
Even when I’m at my worst
He only sees my best
So, I continue with my painting
As happy as can be
But a couple of hours later
I notice ….dreaded anxiety
It ekes in slowly;
Tightly grips my heart
(What on earth triggered it
Why did it start?)
My head is spinning,
I get up for a walk
Perhaps call someone
Have a quick talk?
(Hooking into friends
Is a pacifier for me
A little bit of connection
Always brings relief….)
But the words of Gabor
Run fresh through my head
“What would it feel like
To just sit with this instead?”
To not try to push
The negative feelings away
(Keeping myself busy
Ussually keeps anxiety at bay.)
So, I walk in silence
Noticing my clenched heart
It feels at times
Anxiety could rip it apart.

I get so stuck in my head
(It’s my semi-permanent abode.)
Trying to always decipher
The memory overload.
Nothing that’s really
Ever that bad
Just hundreds of tiny memories
That make me feel sad.
Worries and questions,
What does my life truly mean?
What is my purpose,
Who am I meant to be?
After an hour of walking
I head off home
Overwhelmed by melancholy,
I feel so fucking alone
I’m slightly irritated;
“Anxiety you’re still there?”
When suddenly it dawns on me
I’m singing a song unawares.
‘Let it be’ by The Beatles.
Let it be, let it be!
If there were ever words of wisdom…
“Let it be!”
As I take a deep breath
I am quietly reminded that
Life doesn’t come with
A pre-written map
That there are billions of people
Muddling their way through
Seeking their own answers,
Also not sure what to do.
I can’t change who I am,
Or out-think my anxiety
Maybe all I can learn to do
is….
Let it be.
Let it be.
