A Robust Moment

Like a knife at my throat
My apprehensions hold me hostage.
I must remember to let them go sometime soon.

And I castigate myself for the little things--
The small missteps--
The misguided utterances--
That I believe will be my undoing.

I tell myself often:
Let it go.
Just let it go.

I re-piece me like I broke me;
Seeing the separate parts
And then finding myself just in time--
Before falling off of the high tower of my sanity--
Enthralled by the end result:
A whole that has some value.

And it's like that for at least a moment--
The enthralling.
For at least a split second-- for one robust moment
I have joy.
This, I think, is far better than perpetual displeasure.