I wonder why I’m here, awake,
It’s two thirty in the morning,
I’ll be tired for sure, when daybreak comes,
Certain I will be yawning.
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My head is fillled with many things,
My mind a whirl of thoughts,
Drowning in a pool of many fears,
Now’s the time for my head to sort.
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Sleep will not come, I toss and turn,
Until my husband stirs,
We make a drink, open our phones,
And chat until sleep reoccurs.
***
He scrolls through kites, accessories,
(They would send me to sleep),
I write some rhyming verse and then,
Write down fears my head wants to keep.
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With mum so ill, my son astray,
My darkest fears seem real,
There’s nothing much for me to do,
Some things won’t change, I cannot heal.
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Time passes by, it’s oh so slow,
My fears won’t leave, won’t go away,
The simple act of writing down,
Frees me from them ’til break of day.
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Sleep beckons now, the light will fade,
Wakefulness turns into sleep,
A few short hours will pass me by,
The dreams aside, the day will sweep.
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Writing and Rhythm 