There are days I have, I spend
Staring at a screen,
Binging on some nonsense show
That’s pointless scene to scene

Hair a mess, a braless chest
With PJs my attire,
Eating all my cupboards bare
And napping by the fire

It isn’t that I’m sad or sick
Or hiding from the world,
It’s simply that I need the rest
As dreams prep to unfurl

At times that voice, that pesky nag
Chimes inside my head,
Get up, get out, get at it,
There’s a list from A to zed

But over years, I’ve found a way
To shut the nagging off,
I close my eyes and take a breath
and whisper, “That’s enough.”

I visualize, I see instead
A caterpillar fair,
Wrapped gently in a warm cocoon
Awaiting wings to bare

And when at last I’m finished, done
With resting safe inside,
My metamorphosis will end
And consciousness will rise

~ Leana Delle
Sunday, August 18, 2019
2019 Sunday Poetry Challenge – Number thirty-two of fifty-two
Photo Credit: Marco Giraldo