I think It’s about time for a new post.

I missed my blog. I started a new blog about a new walk I’m taking through the dog world. Feel free to check it out here: http://myapbt.wordpress.com/

On to my post!

I have been away from my pen and paper for a while so here’s a poem that I am just making up as I type. 🙂

Panic subtly reaches around my shoulders.
Smiling, Panic grips my arms
It waits, anticipates
my shaking, my nerves
Panic, oh so quietly, removes my work
distracts my drive
How often do I fall into its trap?
Blinded we fall back into a panic
into a place unkind and hectic.
To breathe without a worry
is a gift
A gift I am most grateful for.

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