I walked my anxiety into the woods and told it, the trees were not shadowed in mind’s darkness; but nature’s. The negative voices were not going to stop this walk in the woods, where the path lay to an ending filled with next day’s surprises of acceptance and words, that mattered. For inside the woods: the poet was renewed and anxiety- stepped aside.

About the Poet:
Robin McNamara lives in Waterford City and with over 45 poems published worldwide, including having poems published in America with Starving Writers and in the UK with Saccharine Poetry.
Robin is a regular contributor to Poetry Ireland and Black Bough Poetry poetry prompts as well as being a guest prompter with Poetry Ireland.
UCD Library have a selection of his pandemic poems in their archives as a record of poems written during this period. Robin also regularly contributes to Spillwords, where he was nominated twice for poem and author of the month.
Ah, the power of the “forrest bath.” I am reminded of the wisdom of John Muir and Lao Tzu. And now here you are tweeting out to our peeps along the way. Thank you for echoing the callback of the Trees Robin. Beautiful poem.
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