When everything is quiet, my mind speaks the loudest.
As much as I want to stay up and work or think, I know I should rest.
I want to continue the conversation with myself
But I finally get to find a little peace when I close my eyes
My bed feels like safety. It’s familiar territory.
The one place I can be soft and set my heaviness free,
Where I can exhale and my soul can rest.
And I don’t have to be judged by anyone for anything
When the pain is too much, my solitude saves me.
Sometimes I wish the night would last a little longer…
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