Anxiety was covering me,
As I lay within my bed;
“I will not sleep tonight,” I said.
In the morning I’d be taking a step,
A step farther than I’d ever gone.
The thought of it played havoc,
With my fragile courage.
I closed my tired eyes,
Surrendering myself,
To a, surely, sleepless night.

Suddenly, a new thought appeared,
Flashing like lightning,
And parting the dark fog,
That hung over my consciousness.
So quick was its arrival,
And so full was its message,
And so completely did it grab my attention,
That I couldn’t believe it had come from myself:

You’ve done this before

The fog was washed away,
And a familiar scene revealed itself,
Plucked from a past I’d forgotten:
I saw a child,
Myself,
Full of joy and whimsy.
The memory played on,
Fully encompassing my mind’s eye;
I could see nothing else,
I could think of nothing else,
And I smiled.

The memory faded away,
And I breathed in newfound peace.
With clear thoughts I wondered,
How often will I return there?
To that place of my youth when,
Unspoiled by the fears of this life,
I loved what I loved,
And, in blissful ignorance,
I moved mountains.