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The Rosary.

The Rosary.

I close my eyes waiting for slumber,but there outside I can hear thunder.

It scares me and I am wide awake , I pull up the duvet and wait for the storm to abate.

And then to deviate my mind, I start thinking of my next day.

What I have to do tomorrow I dwell as on my bed I lay.

And then out of the blue a strange negativity grips me.

Oh no there it was again , I was on that depressive spree.

I consciously try to distract myself and hordes of thoughts crowd my mind

.I have to pick a thought to follow, but nothing worthwhile I can find.

And then suddenly I see flashes of color, and oh I know I have found my nemesis.

I am venturing into the past ,and the future seemed full of therapists.

It was then I find the rosary under my pillow,

My mind fills with relief and I know what to follow.

As the brown beads roll between my fingers ,relief creeps up my spine,

My mind clears , my body relaxes and I feel sublime.

Never a fanatic , nor an atheist,

It is strange how the rosary helps me .

All negativity my mind  transcends,

The string of beads then on became my best friend.




The clock strikes 12 midnight

I hurry to brush my teeth, wash my face

Apply night cream,look in mirror for wrinkles. See many.

Apply cream anyway. Lie down. My back itches. Turn sides. Still itching. Get up to apply talcum. Lie down.

Ah sleep finally.

But no, A dog starts barking in the street. Try to ignore. Keeps barking.

Get up again. Opr the window to shoo off the dog. Does not go. Go back to bed.Look for my ear beds. Put them in my ears. Try to sleep.

Light coming from in between the curtains. Get up again. Close the curtains .

Go back to bed. Look at the  clock. Its already 2 a.m.

Panic. Have to get up early. Try to sleep.

Damn, I am thirsty. Get up again to drink water.

Come back to bed, exhausted.

Try to sleep. Wake up with a start. My alarm went off.Look at the clock. It went off early.

Try to sleep for an hour more.

Get up because of someone knocking at the door.

Time for work, my son says.

Get up finally.

Did I sleep at all?

See no degree of rest or sanity in my nights….