My Needs Come First

My normally cheery disposition is clouded

By the storm raging in my head

The heavy drops of doubt rain down

As words I leave unsaid

My body is feeling unwell

My mind is foggy and muddled

The two can’t seem to connect

Or are they perfectly in sync?

One is sick and so is the other

Which one is the cause?

Which one is the effect?

The fatigue and the ache are consuming both

I want to hide away

In my little nook

Of books and pencils

Scarred wood and inspiration

If I can get one right then

Maybe the other will follow

My body needs rest

My mind needs creativity

They both need boundaries

To protect them from expectations

Today my needs come first

Everyone else can wait