When sleeping all physical ailments can be run from….
Night is a time for sleep
The comfort of dreams where skin is clear
I run in the forests as my knees can bend
I am the me I remember again
The comfort of dreams where skin is clear
No more tears of frustration
I am the me I remember again
Fast and focused
No more tears or frustration
Keeping up with the world around me
Fast and focused
I run once again on a fresh cut field
Keeping up with the world around me
I run in the forests as my knees can bend
I run once again on a fresh cut field
Night is a time for sleep?
(c) June Perkins
This poem is a pantoum. and works with repetition of lines. I was reflecting on my battle with psoriasis here. But the poem could be read in other way if I changed the word skin to mind…
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