Artherese

I don’t know
If what’s in my stomach
Is purely butterflies 
Or something else

The caffeine
Or the adrenaline 

But amidst the anxieties 
I find solace in the fact
That I showed up
And will continue to. 

There is peace
In movement, in action
Even in chaos
Of thoughts, emotions
It’s never without hope
I’m never without hope.

(c) Artherese, 2024

written May 2024