Poem: The Wispy Nature of Oversleep – 09/01/20

 Sleep pervades my being,
 invades every cell within me,
 I am awash with the heaviness of lulling eyelids but 
 I am not dreaming, 
 I feel utterly dreary. 
  
 A seascape of consciousness which dampens,
 I see through eyes with cloudy vision, a certain hazing,
 then the fog begins to lift, 
 it was only a matter of time, 
 before I became clear,
 I’ll make this morning mine. 
  
 Though, 
 the remnants of last night’s wispy cotton wool 
 which protected me from haunting nightmares and 
 pointed corners and sharp turns
 it follows me, it drags behind, wraps around, 
 I cannot help but smile. 
  
 She is like my little shadow, a white fluffy helper,
 to bear the brunt of whatever is thrown behind 
 my back or front,
 whether knives or slashing words of vengeance, 
 I am not alone,
 I have her.
  
 She catches me when I fall, 
 purposefully reaching for something to 
 entangle herself with, 
 and I am reminded that sleep isn’t so bad, 
 I should be grateful to have had any at all.
  
 When sleep will linger another morning, I will 
 count myself thankful —
 I have a secondary presence, 
 to be encased by softness and protection of careful eyes
 is precious
 like a provided wedding dress, I here clutch the 
 trailing white garment close,
 I hold her near and dear.
  
 And now it is time for the moment of matrimony,
 I didn’t sign up for this,
 though, by goodness I’ll give it a shot,
 I take my step into the unknown,
 an awakening has occurred,
 a union has come to pass:
 all I’ve done is marry an open morning and 
 allowed myself to wake up. 
   
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