January 31, 2015 Leave a comment
This month has been trying on many levels. Many of us have been through struggles balancing school, work and a personal life. But for me this month has been more demanding than any I have experienced. Sleep has been a struggle to achieve and when I get it, it is short and futile. I have been up to much doing assignments and lesson plans that even sleep has been no help. When I do get it, my dreams are too … much to even recount and therefore never restful.
Therefore I tried indulging in my artistic side and began writing and drawing to help restful sleep to come. What I came up with is a poem that might help me find that illusive peace I need. Maybe it may help a few others too.
To rest, to sleep,
Yes to sleep,
That illusive ingredient that takes us from what is,
To what can be.
Ah yes to sleep, to have that time to be with ones’ own mind,
To cast away the troubles of the world.
Ah to sleep, perhaps to dream,
To pass through the doorway between worlds.
From the world of what is,
To worlds of imagination.
Worlds of endless delights,
Worlds of wonder.
Worlds of promise,
Worlds of pleasure.
Yet dark have been my dreams of late.
Sleep has been a call to arms,
To struggle against monsters that comes from deep within.
To look within ones own mind and fear that journey every night.
But one is not alone,
One has the armies of strength, truth and justice with us.
We muster our courage,
To fight the good fight, to never surrender, for our quest is just.
And through the struggle we see, we have grown stronger.
For what has tormented us for so long,
Has been vanquished.
And our victory that much sweeter.
Ah yes, even though the day is won,
One stands ever vigilant.
For the dark worlds will come again.
And the struggles begin anew.
But for now peace has come to the worlds of sleep,
For we have earned our rest.
To rest, to sleep, to dream.
Ah yes, to dream.
By Paul Gauchi