Poems of the fragile heart

My safe place part one

I wake up at 3am,
the nightmares are so bad.
I'm breathing heavily, I'm sweating,
and nauseous. My anxiety
as the high as the tallest skyscraper.
I lie back and I close my eyes and I can
see trees. Trees? And then I know
I'm in the woods. The woods is my
favorite place. Going in the woods
and hearing the twigs crunch beneath
my feet. The smell of the trees and nature
are soothing to me, so I imagine it.
Immediately I feel calmer.
I imagine me in the woods sitting up
behind a tree writing poetry in my book.
I imagine me taking interest in the birds
and taking notice in the flowers popping
up just in time for spring.
I imagine the weather to be perfect.
Not too hot, but not too cold.
The trees feel my sorrow. The
leaves fall gently on my head.
They are soothing me. I let myself
rest on my favorite tree, and I fall
asleep. Because I know that I'm my safe
place, I can rest.