Being unable to sleep
used to make me weep,
but now I can sleep
without counting sheep.
Sleep is an essential glorious gift
that gives my mood a spectacular lift.
It’s necessary for mental wellness and health,
greatly increases positive emotional wealth.
Now, I look forward to my slumber
and often snore loud logs of lumber.
My snoring is annoying.
So, others aren’t enjoying.
From my dreaming,
I’m still beaming.
Active dream cycles,
icicles and bicycles.
Oh my.
I can fly
and dance and prance,
jitter and glitter,
wiggle and jiggle,
leap and sleep
and more galore
to adore some more.
I can sleep
into REM sleep,
very deep sleep,
the best kind of sleep.
For many years sleep eluded me.
Racing thoughts and anxiety
filled my mind, day and night.
Sleep was out of reach and sight.
Insomnia prevented me
from sleeping peacefully.
Psychotropic medications and sleep aids
inhibited natural sleep for two decades.
Now, I may enjoy sleeping too much.
Sleeping too long and often, and such.
Oversleeping,
alarm beeping,
waking me
from my
wonderful,
slumber full,
lumber full
sleep.
Now I can sleep.
a real sleep
that best kind of sleep.
The kind of sleep
that even creeps
and sneaks
up on ya
when you least expect it
at unexpected moments.
From all this writing, I feel the need.
I’m feeling sleepy. I’m sleepy indeed.
Oh dear, I need a nap.
Bye for now. That’s a wrap.
~written by Susan Walz
“May your angels visit you whilst you sleep, and bless you with beautiful dreams to keep.” ~unknown
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