Worry makes me smaller than I already am….

Worry makes me smaller than I already am….
It turns my fur turn a kind of yellowy white…
It splits me right down the middle…
And the fight within, robs me of who I really am.

I become like a sun beaten slope…
Isolated and alone…
Turning me inside out and upside down…
Absent of any joy.

But then I realize, I am joy!
I am sunshine!
I am the sky!
I am the stars!

It pulls me from whatever swamp I was in at the time…
Making me safe from myself…
Then, my smallness becomes largeness…
And I can roar once again like a lion.

I am now in full bloom…
Detached and separated from worry…
When you feel small from worry…
Just remember who you are.

I love you,

Annie