Duvet Day

 

My inner voice is loud today,

And not in a productive way.

He’s testing me with cruel thought,

About my logic falling short.

Sowing self-doubt like wind-blown seeds,

Growing distrust like clinging weeds.

This unwelcome squatter inhabits my mind,

Immovable object ahead and behind.

Boxing me in with well-placed webs,

Lowering esteem, before tearing to shreds.

I’ve tried to ignore him, and every word said,

But he just shouts louder, so I go back to bed.

Burying myself under feather-filled quilt,

Brings short relief from the finger of guilt.

While he doesn’t vacate, and still kicks and screams,

I can relocate and disappear into dreams.