Something keeps you up at night
Traumas you spend your time mulling over
Musings of your magical memories
In the movie of your mind’s eye
To which reel do you abide?
The orchestra that accompanies your wail
A scornful symphony
Not even a violin could appease
The dread awakened in that darkness

Haunted by questions
Scenarios on a loop
Compositions of your beginnings
Never a different ending
This can’t be the end game
Sticking yesterday’s note on this years daily planner
What day is it today?

Scurrying along with the tamer of my kind
Rise and they do with the sun in their eyes
It cuts me
Past the dead of night
Alive is what the morning seems to want from me
What will it take for me to survive?
I can’t take Monday’s
As yellow always turns blue
Not just the sun rays that kiss the sparkly midnight sky
One way or the other
Yellow always turns blue
A little inside out
A little cloud of doubt

As your insides scream to pour out onto the walls of this bedroom that hold you hostage to the insomnia
Hot is the night air
Sticky with reminders in notes
on paper and notes in song
in fragrance and in scriptures
spoken over your life
Tricky
Your memories replaying all over the place
How connected they remain to your purpose
Its strife
The space between separation, insufferable
Sticky
Dark and heavy is the night air
Dark and heavy are your eyes
Sharp yet heady is the sunrise
Diurnal creatures come alive