It ends well

When anxiety creeps on you,
And your breath heavy, heart stalling,
Your thoughts racing, chasing
Dreams, what keeps you from falling
Is being present in the ever present,
Tackling the issue by the horns in reverence
To the moment, and living it up,
For whatever it was will sort itself out.
Take a pause. Create the cause.
And do. Do. Do. Do justly good,
It is well understood
You need not deny
Or identify,
Or plummet to suffering hell,
Because all's well that ends well.
And it will.