Sunday night and the sun has set.
and kitchen scrubbed clean,
Now it is time to wind down.
two eye blinks
the day’s tasks wear on me.
A longing to sleep and wake well rested
yet my mind will not wind down
Thoughts run laps ’round my brain
Should you have?
Where is the off switch?
The dimmer to dim these thoughts?
March 16, 2015 at 3:40 pm
As a seventh grade teacher, I can relate to this poem. Sunday evening, but I just can’t rest.
March 16, 2015 at 3:42 pm
I have been there before! Follow your breath and slowly the world unwinds and is still.