Breathe

Breaths
Long and drawn out
Quivering steadily
Controlled, precise
Not perfect quite yet

Practicing to rest
To get up, is to fight.
The seemingly endless walk
Comes to an end.

Tiredness consumes
Nay, overpowers.
It is time to lay still
The fight can fight itself.

Breathe steadily now
It's time to rest.
Lay upon yourself
Layer after layer
Of forgotten self
And self not met yet.

But for now, lay down
Rest.
Accept defeat.

August 26th, 2017
11:26pm