The Words

Fear hits me like a
Bolt of lightning.
I race to be seated.

The wods are swimming
About my mind
And long for remembering.

Paceful steps,
I race to sit,
Yet on my way
I am calmed by a
Knowing.

The Words
Are always there
And will never leave me.

My gait shortens
My pace slows
Calmness ensues,
And I am whole once more.

-MR, 8/6/19