Therapy Poem by Thomas McKelvey

My soul is being crushed, my spirit burdened and strained,
This world is pressing, squeezing me,
So I run into the fields, into the woods,
Finding nourishment in silence and muted tones.

Eating my anxiety like the bark on the trees,
Filling myself with the air and the sounds,
The wolf does not hesitate to call for a mate out of anxiety,
The rabbit does not stop foraging out of depression.

The mountains are not overwhelmed by my needs or responsibilities,
And the rivers do not doubt themselves.
So must I follow their lead, mimicking the natural flow,
I must let go of those things that consume me and live as myself.

It is the truth of nature and the nature of my truth.