Sitting on a chair
Just sitting
Feet on the ground
Grounding…
Like electricity on it’s poll
For to fly up into bright skies,
While fair and wise,
Is for me
not
For Instability reigns
At such heights
Unstableness is king
So I ground myself
As electricity does
To keep from blowing in the wind
© 2016 Severiano Manalo
A Rare Life 
Keep on grounding Seve!
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Since this poem was written, being grounded has become pretty much automatic. I no longer feel this sense of social anxiety. I feel safe most days. It’s truly liberating. I was always scared that growing into myself as a person would take away spontaneity. But, the child and teenage parts of myself is still here. And can be used in creative ways.