Now I understand you. I’m sorry it’s taken me this long.
I never knew you were the world knocking.
I shouldn’t have bulldozed through you all this time. I see now that brute force alone cannot keep you from my door. Especially in my softening.
That’s okay and we’ll both be okay, haha.
You’ve been kind, actually, never holding me up the way you have others. Yet I can see your long shadow over some of my hardest days.
Your knocking is not a wall closing in. It’s an invitation I accept. You are the threshold of a door, waiting for me to step through.
Alright, I’ll step through.
I get it now. Something wants to be made, though neither of us knows what yet. That’s all right. You are only the messenger.
I won’t try to outrun you either. I see that your signal is a healthy reminder that I am alive, standing at the edge of creation.
So knock if you must. I’m here.
I will walk through the door and sit still in the waiting, and watch your unraveling.
With clarity,
Eric
PS. You really need a name change. “Anxiety” has a bad wrap. If they only knew the real you.