Weighted quivering

         Shaky is the growling. Empty is the thought.
Careful are the steps. Sleep begs my eyes to close.

         Still one more breath. One more leaning. One
more moment to be awake. Only long enough to
push another to stand.

         Ah how so much falls at my feet. Softly I tread
into a room. Hoping that the first call is all that is
necessary. Soon my soul can be crowded by blue
satin and white cotton.

        Oh how a dream inside of a simple hope sits
waiting. The need of comfort inside and outside.

        Here I curl into a ball. Praying for pressure
to exit or muscles to halt the spasms. Oh indeed
this is mind control. Standing at bay is the sickening
whispers of a waving motion.

       Alas sleep is falling between layers. The mind
calls to an ease. Upholding the thanksgiving to
Jehovah for hearing my plea.

      Now I crawl into the darkened room and peel
back the many layers. One by one the levels are
cleared. Escaping into a memory of joy.

     So seek me out in the early morning light.
For if you, too, are awake much to be exercised out.

   For now all I ask of you dear friend is to enjoy
your evening with friends and loved ones. Be sure to
laugh and bring upon joy and happiness. Then rest
your soul and be refreshed as I hope to be in the
morning.

  No pointed glares of emptiness to form glazed
views of beauty. Shine and be happy, for me or
with me.

  Now I call quits for this night. My eyes, my soul
aches and pressing weights of uneasiness wave all
over. For certain, the sleep is necessary.

  So the bluest morning light will peek through my
blinds and a fresh new breath for the day will open
my mind, my soul. Bringing the necessity of a
strengthening moment with weighted circles.