When my head hits
the pillow
Very late at night
I just know
My eyes, will put
up a fight
I can’t help but
wonder
About every little
thing
My piece is torn
asunder
As my mind is in
full swing
As the to-do list
starts to grow
Anxiety is the
status quo
Soudns like someone was overtired causing the mind to run at 65 mph! That feeling of growing angst is only helped (for me) by getting up and making a list....giving me permission...so to speak...to sleep.
ReplyDeleteThis feels like every Sunday night for me....you captured my feelings perfectly in this poem!
ReplyDeleteI keep post-its and a mini sharpie in a box next to my bed. Whenever this happens, I write down (like Dr. Ferreri said) what is on my mind so that I can FINALLY drift off to sleep.
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