Everyday there lingers an anxiety
which in itself is a problem
but it stems from the fact that
at some point I will try to sleep.
Sleep is not overrated it is essential.
Without sleep I bustle around in a foggy haze
or is it a daze? I count the hours- the minutes
that will bring the time when I can attempt sleep again.
Lie down, fluff the pillows, pick the perfect blanket,
set the thermostat for optimum comfort.
I coder to sleep, i beg for it, i stay quiet
trying to coax what should be inevitable-
but it isn’t.
At night worry kicks in as there limited hours
for the rest I need to have a productive day.
Turn on the tv to drown out the thoughts-
good or bad that occupy my head racing around
like a merry-go-round just circling
or flying loose like a runaway roller coaster car.
Sometimes 600 milligrams is enough
sometimes it isn’t- some people take
200 milligrams and can’t get off the couch.
I feel like a sheep wrangler. Catching some ZZZs
is like trying to catch the bubbles made
by the wands held by little kids.
Melatonin- check. No caffeine after noon- check.
What are the secrets to a good night’s sleep?
Routine- check. Early to bed early to rise
circadian rhythm- nature’s clock
why does it mess with me?
As daytime comes to a close, I see the animals
putting themselves to bed, the stars rise-
tiny flickers of light that appreciate the need for dark.
But my darkness also rises leaving me in limbo.
Will REM come tonight or will tomorrow
be plagued with yawns and fatigue?
I close my eyes and tell myself to just rest.
Is it the pain in my hip, the pain in my shoulder,
the constant tingling and burning in my feet
that no one can diagnose that perhaps
prevent a good slumber?
It’s ok I tell myself-
tomorrow is another day
followed by another night
I try my hardest to release the anxiety
That keeps me awake.
