here i lay
on a bed
of blue silence
but a dream
since september
started raining
in my head
new york city
pushing triggers
in my mind
our apartment
simply won’t
stop
vibrating
haven’t slept
in weeks
easily startled
yet i write
as i cling
to the rhythm
of my breathing
inhale
difficulty
exhale
resolve
in the fullness
of time
my mantra
Yoga is the practice of quieting the mind.
Patañjali, (2nd century BCE), Indian yogi, aphorist…
as a longtime
practitioner
of yoga
i try
to deploy
the techniques
of regulation
a quiet mind
seems out-of-reach
as i’m trapped
in a state
of continuous
over-stressed
rumination
melatonin
magnesium
gaba calm
yogi tea
cbd
thc
no respite
here i lay
on a bed
of blue silence
an overdue
emotional
time out
too much taking
on the trauma
of the world
not enough
taking care
of myself
brighter days
life can knock you
on your ass
sometimes
if you push it
to the limit
as i’ve done
for many years
so i must find
the courage
to pivot
my ways
going forward
toward
brighter days
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I hope you can solve your insomnia. That's the worst. Beautiful artwork. Did you paint that?
I feel you - and so many others.
Thank you for your vulnerability and trust.
Here is a recent article (written for Psychology Today) that I offer humbly: https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/the-stories-we-tell/202308/how-you-can-tame-a-raging-fight-or-flight-response