I awoke worried

By a fiend of my brain

Figment of imagination

It cast no shadow as I turned on the light

Nor ever will

These things which make us fret

Toss and turn

Tumbling heartbeats in our sleep

Are not real

To reach out a hand is to smite a ghost

The only head that dents the pillow is mine

And I am reminded

The power of the mind

Good or evil

It gives breath to mere shadows

But I can take it back 

Snuff out an inkling like a candle by the window

Guttering

In sudden draft of common sense

If it casts no shadow

It is not real

I say it again just to ensure it is dead

These things come and go

As all things do

I conjure up a peaceful muse

And slowly

The thoughts roll over and return to slumber 

As do I

Let anxious thoughts die

God knows, they deserve to

I found this poem in my notes while looking for something else – it was dated June 2022. Did I post it here, no idea, but it seemed perfectly aligned with my thinking this morning so I thought I might as well.

Have a lovely day. I do hope your figments are behaving themselves.