My worries,
Bundled tightly,
Like neatly wrapped gifts,
Wait to be opened,
As my mind drifts,
Into unchartered space,
I close my eyes,
And wait,
For those troubles,
To rise to the surface,
Like agitated bubbles,
Ready for release,
Running rampant,
Untamed and wild,
Free to pull and tug,
On taught nerves,
A heavy potent drug,
Infiltrating my brain,
When all I wish,
Is to lie in a field of poppies,
To feel nothing but calm,
A salve for the burning questions,
The stinging in my palm,
To slip beneath the veil of slumber,
Until I begin to lose touch,
Click my heels three times,
Take me back home,
To a fantasy place,
Where my mind does not roam,
Where there is no panic,
Where all is at rest,
Nothing to kick up the dust,
Where all thoughts cease,
No chaos or fear,
Only peace,
And blissful sleep.
About the Creator
Alyssa Musso
A scientist by trade, but a creative at heart. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head. Some of those ideas end up here.
Instagram: @alyssa.n.mussowrites
My website! https://www.alyssamusso.com/
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