#SeasonalSonnets 2019: 20th December

Hello my lovely readers

A relatively short preamble today, as I had hydro again this morning, so I'm tired - but in a lovely way. And that sensation has made me realise that, now we've been here quite a while, I'm at last starting to feel rejuvenated. And also that I hadn't properly 'let' myself, or been able to, relax in ages. I know the term 'burn out' is bandied about quite a bit, but I can accept that that was how I felt without shame, now. Some internalised ableism on my part. But the poem below acknowledges that - and that I'm not so exhausted any more. Both of which are progress.

20th December 2019

Today I'm writing of the joy of rest;

but, more than that, of feeling truly rested

because, often, my body's rather stressed

which leaves me mentally and physic'lly tested.

This means, for some time now, I've lived in hazes

whenever things have left me overstretched

and I might look at you with glassy gazes

when mind and muscles claim my limit's reached.

But, now I've had the chance to holiday

and learnt again to let myself relax,

those fogs are (slowly) easing far away

and so my brain and body are less taxed.

This might be just the start of my restoring

and yet I'm more myself with every morning.