Out with the light
in with the world
of dreams and my own quiet self,
nuzzling chin into my chest
with a sigh and a grin and a
maybe a bit of resignation.
The day was too much for me.
Or I was too much for the day.
Taking my newfound weakness in stride,
I think,
it’s a good day to go to sleep.
brave words.
There is nothing more important to do.
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