I will sit, idle
no thought, no care
no feeling
It is my only rest,
For the heart grows weary too
I will listen, stoic
let your words go in one ear
out the other
not disrupting the silent
slumber of my troubled brain
I will breathe in, out
slowly, feeling air crawl
from my toes to the tips of
my fingers
My lungs deserve it
I will appreciate myself
more than anyone ever will
and pacify my soul
like no one ever has
