I want to break the habit of rushing,
the way I hurry through my mornings,
as if each second were on fire,
as if time were a race to win.
I want to stop checking my phone,
like a nervous tic or a prayer,
as if the world might disappear,
if I don\'t tap the glass screen.
I want to quit worrying over things,
that might never happen anyway,
the way I fret about the weather,
as if clouds could read my mind.
I want to cease overthinking,
every word spoken in a day,
as if conversations were puzzles,
meant to be solved in my head.
I want to let go of regrets,
that sit heavy like a stone,
as if the past were a backpack,
I am destined to carry forever.
I want to silence self-doubt,
that whispers lies in my ear,
as if I were a broken record,
playing a song I never chose.
I want to break these habits,
like freeing birds from cages,
watch them soar into the sky,
leaving me lighter, unbound.