A day in bed

I once fought the need to rest my pained body
But now I take care, heal and play gently
I am surrounded by pens, paper, my journal
I jot down some lines of a wandering poem
Draw a couple of silly looking elephants
The last one makes me laugh out loud
I have learned to celebrate mistakes.
Pens rush over paper, art needs creating

Cat sneaks by to rub her nose against me
A magazine needs reading, licorice disappears
I am surrounded by energy giving happiness
My fingers find my favorite pen, story moves
Into the pages of my journal, I smile at “the end”
Then I sink back into the pillows, smile beams
This is my joy, to play, no matter how I feel
To be me, crazy, inspired, ever creating

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