A Way Out

Oh, the things that I have tried

to heal this heavy funk.

The feeling that I'm not quite right,

that annoying anxious hum.

Weed worked for a couple of years,

as a teen it calmed me down.

But eventually it turned on me,

causing anxiety & doubt.

Sugar was a late night friend

that helped me to get through.

but those cravings got so big

I couldn’t stop when I wanted to.

Drinking was another route,

those late nights dancing were divine.

But the consequences were awful

and seemed to get worse every time.

So exercise was the next big thing,

surely that would work.

Hours and hours of fitness...

I worked out until I shook.

I went to a meditation retreat,

seeking some relief.

And learned some things about myself

that offered some reprieve.

Therapy was a beginning,

it helped me to find a way

to show up in my relationships

But still I fought this anxious mind,

feeling unsettled every day.

And wondered what was wrong with me,

why I constantly felt this way.

Now I'm getting older

and come to understand some things.

I cannot think or talk my way

into mental health and peace.

My body is a living place

I've neglected all along

and underneath its surface

is a world where I belong.

I can go there whenever I want to,

to connect and understand,

to unravel those annoying problems

that I've built up in my head.

My body knows my story,

it has lived my life all these years.

It will never lie or overwhelm me

with speculation, doubts, and fears.

Perhaps it might sound crazy,

but I know for myself it is true.

my body is the sacred place where

real healing can break through.