Rest for the weary

Even in my stillness,

I am restless,

I am restless until

I am stilled.

It is a peace outside of myself

that I must invite in.

I open my heart with hesitation,

half-afraid of what else might sneak in.

1…2…3…4

1…2…3…4

1…2…3…4

1…2…3…4

This feels unfamiliar

This feels nice

THis feels like

R…E…S…T