Coming Into the Sun

It's project day. 
Actually, this whole year has been a project.
A personal project.
A task of coming into the sun,
into a safe, warm place
and healing.

I feel sad. 
I feel like I barely made it.
I want to be able to let my guard down. 
I want to be at ease. 
The survival response has been on the whole time.
I don't know how to relax
       my guard,
       my body.

To just trust
                      and sit.

But today,
                the world exists. 
The light breeze twists the leaves.
The sounds bring pleasure. 
The pleasure brings healing. 

I learn to stop
                       and breathe.

My heart grieves
                           with gratefulness.

Finally. At last.