Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive?
Some days I melt into stillness,
like sunlight stretched across the floor
no rush, no race,
just breath and being, nothing more
The world can wait, I tell my self.The list can fade to gray,
for even clocks grow tired too,
of ticking life away.
But somewhere in the hush, I hear
a whisper, soft, unkind,
Shouldn’t i be doing more?
It murmurs in my mind.
Yet peace is not a crime to feel,
nor slowness such a sin;
perhaps my soul must learn to rest
to find its strength again.
So I’d let the hours drift like clouds,
unmeasured, calm, unplanned
for a moment of rest is not the loss of time,
but time held in my hands.
MEDMIMI 