Dear anxious thoughts,

I finally found it
halfway through a cup of earl grey
against the porcelain of a just used dish
in the far echoes of birds’ quaint chirping
while strolling through the park
Quiet
The hush of a mind settling into serenity.

Some people don’t think
rather
their minds are not incessant
forced to endure a constant monologue
seeking at every moment to be heard
Thought is intentional
a conscious effort.

My mind has always had a habit of running ahead of me
chasing fragments of ideas
pieces of abstraction that will never be whole
Body follows quick
heart racing
breath quickening
muscles tight
painful tension
Forced into incessant suffering
mentally, physically, emotionally
normal meant nothing more
than the desperate need to be free.

Then exhaustion
overwhelm finally winning me over
my body made stillness where it refused to be found
a clear rejection to so much stimuli
and laying in the quiet
created by a body truly weary
I found relief.

Now knowing this peace
I build mindfulness into my everyday
times of quiet
of tranquility
of the beauty in internal
silence.