Anxiety comes bursting in,

seizing the night, 

turning it even darker

with harrowing tales

of what ifs and none

have happy endings.

Slowly, amidst the din,

I make out a gentle whisper.

“Count.” it says

“and with each number

name a blessing to remember”.

It takes willingness and time

but Anxiety and I are softly soothed

by a fuller story.

                                         JDG