Sleep On It

If I wasn't so sure,

I slept on it.

If I wasn't fair in my thoughts,

I slept on it.

If I demanded, and never got it,

I slept on it.

I slept on it a thousand times

and grew older within the hours

 

For a dormant mind does not feel,

Does not haste.

 

and with this realization I grew wiser

to know that even others

must sleep on it.

 

and soon enough,

what seemed to boil forever

simmered

 

and soon enough

what seemed foul

was no longer bitter.

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