With a pen in hand,
tired and sad,
quiet and confused—
what a messy evening.
I took some tea,
thinking I was hungry,
yet it worsened.
What was wrong?
Nauseous and weak,
I thought I was sick.
Oh no—it was stress.
Stress? Yes.
Stress about what? No idea.
Without losing a second
I texted Copilot.
It gave me dozens—
dozens of solutions.
I chose mindful breathing.
Then journaling.
Here I am,
with my pen in hand,
fresh and sound.
What was stressing, really?
Nothing.
Not sickness, not hunger,
not even stress—
just not listening to my body.
A few minutes of mindful breathing,
and I’m back to my lane.
A boring evening,
now feeling like fresh morning.
The power of a pen.
Now here is a promise
to my body:
I’ll never ignore you.
I’ll be there for you always.
I’ll never let you down.
Something wrong?
A whisper—
and I’ll be there.
For now, good night.
To my mind,
I mind you.
Overwhelmed?
Let me know,
I’ll handle the rest.
Forever you’re mine.
I love you.
— Wabwire Elias —