Spirit, Guide Me

It's early this morning as my anxiety wakes me. My pulse is slightly erratic as I inhale deeply. I raise my arms overhead and thank the universe for another season.

The autumn air is chilly and changing as a tear rolls down my face. I wipe it on my sleeve, the same sleeve that conceals my heart's mysteries.

I can feel an incredible urge which needs guidance. I need companionship.

It's not an illusion. It's very special. Do you feel it, too?

Its purpose is intentional: vulnerability, surrender, and letting go. Will you share with me your compassion, yourself?

I am willing to share and do the work.
I'm ready to conquer my dark side.