I must take to bed-
Retreat to the innermost sanctum
Of my holiest self
For the thoughts once again plague me
And sleep is the only reprieve I can afford-
Once the wine of work runs out
But once the tired body is awake-
What if the plague doesn’t meet its end?
But there again…is the demon
For who knows what lay beyond this nap?
Perhaps rest was the cure!
Or perhaps there was something I needed more
But I wouldn’t know
Not unless I retreated to bed
And let myself rest.
Author’s Note: Happy mental health month! Or Mental Health May, as I call it. Now I know, rest cannot cure mental health issues and anxiety, for one, can make rest difficult. But this is a poem to honour how good sleep, and the ability to rest has helped me heal, alongside my hobbies, such as listening to eco-friendly and mental health positive ASMR on the Brave browser.