a cup of tea

some days it’s all I can do
to keep upright.
even when good news and momentum
assist in the process,
it’s a struggle
to keep going and going and going…
but then I’m not tired.
it’s beyond tired,
a soul-exhaustion that lingers
and underscores the anxiety that rules my life.
so I turn
to a cup of Sleepytime tea.
half the time I’m asleep
before I even drink it.
but it’s comforting to have,
a security blanket in mug,
a familiar bookend to the day.
and then I can rest.


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