You visited me again last night
And I woke up again in fright.
I didn't know what else to do.
Should I have screamed? Should I have welcomed you?
You bring me gifts of smoke.
You're in my head.
You're all the stories that I couldn't write,
All the shadows that never leave without a fight.
You bring me gifts of light.
You're in my hand.
And when you cover the entire house
You let me see the unseen part of me.
The one who feels at times denied.
The one who'd write all night
Until the ink of me runs white.
Hours fly, from one to four, until you say: Alright!
Did you set up your 6 am alarm? Good night, sleep tight!
Some of us will never have to battle insomnia. For the rest of us, who suffer(ed) through a continuous, debilitating lack of sleep, I salute you. Regarding my sleep, I am in a much better place now. Yet I know once I tasted insomnia, she is never too far.