Poetry

One crisis

after another.

What do i do

when there are no crisis’s

to solve

or manage?

Can I truly relax

while I wait for the next one?

Or am I making some

because that is what I am used to?

Without context

it would mean goodbye for many.

Today, it means

I a simply tired.

Too exhausted to care.

All I want to do is crawl under the blankets

and read or scroll.

In that way, it has won.

Though, I suppose I could call it self care?

Sun shines

Through the rain.

Birds chirp

And flock to the feeder.

My brain

Sluggishly comprehends this.

Sleep is what I desire.

My cat demands otherwise.

Simple task.

Done right away.

Easy.

Yet,

when you ask someone else

it drags on forever.

Even if there is a delicate time deadline!

When all you want to do

Is browse peacefully

You are targeted

With intrusive questions

Annoyance sets in

Your browsing loses your interest

Nothing significant was done.

Survival was accomplished.

Thoughts were few.

Desire negligible.

Companionship found.

The purrs content me.

Practice one thing.

Every time

it gets easier.

It does not have to be perfect.

If you can, enjoy it.

Let the moment take you.

If you name it,

It will be yours!

Head hurts

thinking about

all the rules.

Figuring out

the puzzles.

Rest seems

like a good idea.

A blanket.

Or a cloak.

Both you can wrap around

and sleep in.

The best is a lovely pet companion

who snuggles with you as you sleep.

I will say I am fine.

My actions will be off.

Ask me if I am alright

and I will nod yes.

Inside, I will be screaming

because I don’t know what to say.