Day Off Ditty

I slept in till 7 today –
a symptom, a clue and a sign
that lately I’m choosing to pay
the price my affections define.
For weeks I’ve consented to play
all roles love and promise assign.

I rose and read myself. I stress-confessed,
and can’t ignore the wisdom of a rest.

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