Breaking Bad Habits

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.