Sleeping
Isn’t always restful
Even if it’s comfortable
Hanging onto things
We can’t change
Refusing to accept them
As they are
Unable to let them go
Wrestling with the anxiety
They bring
Tossing and turning
Acid burning in the stomach
Trying to make it through the night
Not knowing what to do
Having nowhere to go
Holding onto familiar misery
Like an old worn security blanket
Sleep coming in brief interludes
When the mind stops
Processing it’s circles of thought
Exhausted and needing a break
Wrapped in the comfort
Of this old familiar cycle of agony
Drifting off to sleep
Only to awake
Within the hour or so
And start the churning again
Wondering if it will ever end
Knowing that only when
A new choice is made
In the waking hours
Will restful sleep
Be ours
E.A. Fussell
10.13.2020
E. A. Fussell 