There It Was

And there it was, immense relief.
But not unearned
and not without its steadfast
challenger, the Worry.
Relief- the final
heave/hoe that rolled the thing
over, supine.
After all the musing-
after all the muss,
after and
under and
over and
on the other side
of musing and muss
the answer is
to be myself.
What a canyon cradle
of self-regard and humbleness it is
to sit and to know and
to feel it now:
my truest nature
is good enough and
will acquire all that I need
and in the ways that I can stand by.

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