UNTITLED

My head hits the pillow, desperately seeking rest.
Sleep does not come.

My mind fills with the regrets of the past
and the mistakes of the day.
I toss and I turn; my mind remains restless.
A distant whisper:
"I am."

My head empties and I begin to drift. 
A moments peace interrrupted once again as my mind rapidly fills
With worries of the future: future regrets and future mistakes.
I am restless once again.

Thoughts of my job, my education, and my security
pass through my brain, mocking me
and keeping me from the restorative sleep that
I am desperately seeking.
Another whisper:
"I am."

My mind empties. 
There I lay in the present,
my head on my pillow
seeking rest.
I am with I am.

A blissful sleep soon follows.