Sit With It

 

Being in the hospital has forced me to sit with it

I’ve already expressed how difficult mornings can be

Because that’s when I’m forced to sit with it

It’s quiet. Breakfast isn’t here yet.

So when those anxieties and worries, start floating around

I have to sit with it

 With no notebook in hand, I just have to process through in new ways

But I still project onto my day good things to happen

Today, perhaps I will walk further, with less assistance

I feel myself moving back toward my home

And I can’t wait.