On Rest

Sleep tosses and turns
As I curl within the
Smooth sheets on my bed
Wanting nothing more than rest

Sometimes it creeps
Like fog, ever drifting
Lightly moving my mind
In and out of realms

Sometimes it is severe
Like crashing into a brick wall
Awaking is equally startling
But sleep fights to reclaim me

Yearning for peaceful
Transitions and postures
My body tries to heal
Working around the mind’s schedule

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