My day in bed

A little poem for the restless at heart

A day in bed
to rest my troubled head

it’s been a while
too long since I allowed myself

to do nothing
but breathe in cool air from the window

I crack it open
to sense the subtle atmosphere

close my eyes
let the radiator bangs and whistles

envelop me in
a kind of cocoon

a sleeping bag of winter
chill that, instead of rattling me, calms
these restless bones

my systems have shut down
too many programs at once

the little pinwheel has frozen
mid-spin left me breathless

Last time you hurt me
I swore I’d collapse in a corner like a cat

ignore all stimulus, sink into self
a longing I’ve had all these years

yet I kept running, an energizer bunny
keen to keep on till I keeled over

so many expectations I cannot meet
so many times I’ve died a little, trying

to mask my discontent with a smile
power-up and down in dramatic peaks

and valleys so low I end up lost
a mummy in blankets.

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