Poetry: Soar High, Evoke Your Perfect Gateway To Joy

Arms flailing, grabbing, failing
Falling, tumbling you into an abyss
Legs wobbly, looking for purchase
Gravity is amiss

Endless thoughts, anxiety-provoking
Preoccupations stealing into your calm
Joys, there are many–they’re worth evoking
They’ll stop the spiraling, help you grab into the bliss

Negativity is wretched, darn false thought-provoking
Conjure up that special place to counter the abyss
Visualize gravity righted

Imagine currents tugging gently at legs, less encumbered
Fancy yours wading rhythmically in a babbling brook
Kicking tensions, deriving pleasure at whim
With little effort gravity with you in accord is

Arms flutter, relaxed, and placated
No longer prey to the previous abyss
Anxiety drifts off, you are whole in the moment
You’ve arrived at your gateway, license to be.

In moments of great anxiety and enfeebling grief,
Times when you feel you’re falling — but falling in inconceivable ways,
Conjure up that special place that brings you joy– visualize it, evoke it with all your might.
In that place open that window in your imagination and toss your tensions to the wind.
Watch them flutter, drift off, float, and shift into nothing.
If you will, fancy yourself wading in a babbling brook
Where the current tugs gently at your ankle.
Or replace babbling brook with whatever your happy place is.
Remain in that moment for as long as you need to.
Return to it often and know it’s your perfect gateway to calm.

THANK YOU FOR READING.
I Wish You Miracles.

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Selma Martin

I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.

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