It’s one of those nights where
the Stars don’t shine as bright.
The late summers night wind
banging against her body
as she listens to the silence
of the midnight sky.
Surrounded by her demons
and the torture of her thoughts
the tranquility that darkness brings
overshadowed by the constant banging,
drowned by the constant overwhelming
feeling of the same
old never ending torture.
Sleep just outside her reach,
fingers itching to reach out
to pull back with the motion her sanity.
Eyes closed trying to meditate,
ears open trying to listen
heart in rhythmic sync to the pulse of her
constant switching thoughts
no sleep in sight.
It’s one of those nights where sleep will
never meet her,
where her thoughts
will live on till the break of dawn,
where the what if’s and should have been
rewind and fast forward.
Darkness.
Gabriela A Tejada
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Brilliant. I’m sure many can relate to this.
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Thank you 🌻🌙
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Describes my childhood exactly. But, in time, I have learned to stop those thoughts from cycling around and around, which leaves room for newer thoughts tomorrow.
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That give me hope! With age and expireance comes wisdom. Thank you 🌙
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