Lying Flat

I awake with an effort,
slowly opening my eyelids
like a creaky rusty garage door.

Nothing has changed,
perhaps I'm even more deranged.
Like a tortoise I tentatively peek from my duvet shell

body aching, at risk of shutdown from my eternal bed lying.
To edge myself from this cocoon seems monumental, far less
the daily trudge of washing and dressing.

I'm dead tired dead beat dead daft dead spirit
dead flat.

Is there a cure for this feeling like manure?
Medication or psychotherapy or both -
what about some spiritual healing?

I try some - a sip
I like it - this makes sense

Hallelujah!
I am reborn

I'm awake
I'm alert
I'm bright
I'm gracious
I can feel

I am alive

Kim Schröder