As we get closer to the vote for president, the weariness is overwhelming and calls for a nap. I hate being so tired that I get fussy and cranky. But know that it’s helpful to rest rather than act in that state of mind. I wrote this poem honoring the nap, especially for those whose nerves are frayed and tempers are so hot that you’re tempted to do something really nasty.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on what exhaustion is doing to you and how you’re dealing with it.
Ruffled, slightly beaten
Or what one might call sullen
Marching off the field of battle,
Upstairs
Huddled into a corner piece
of quilted bed and willing pillow
I close my eyes and pretend to sleep.
Footsteps, knocking
Nothing severs me
From my pouting righteousness.
I hold my eyes half open,
Tired
And fall unbeckoned to weariness.
Does this resonate with you? Let me know in the comments below.
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Well said!