Saturday morning, I am in bed.
I love my bed.
I always loved spending time in bed.
Being awake in bed feels so safe and secure.
My world is protected and no harm can occur.
It’s so ironic, therefore,
That when I sleep
It is the cradle for my horrors.
My bed is where my nightmares are dreamt.
In seek of rest so much time is spent.
Yet I find no rest in my sleep,
I wake up tired and weak.
My life is so whole, a complete edition,
Even in my bed I can find contradiction.
In it, I find comfort and serenity,
Yet the disparity –
In bed, I also experience
Anguish and unclarity.
It’s like my relationships:
I seek protection and
My mind is like a man,
It always plays these games,
I always see another angle,
There is always something further to detangle.
Saturday morning is a great time,
To enjoy my bed
And the thoughts in my mind.
WRITTEN: MAR 26, 2022