stone mattress

in the quiet and the dark

I climb into my bed,

tugging up alongside me my worries and woes

about days gone by

and the things that they carry with them–

the regrets, the sadness, the doubts, and things not let go,

words left unsaid, things left undone

I tuck them in around me

and weary, I try to rest and fall asleep

on the stone mattress

I have made for myself