Still awake

         Still I lay here, streaming of droplets. Oh how
soft the whimpers are. Carring a hope. Still no sleep
sits behind the eyes.

         The weight of distance is placed here. The want
to scream vibrates and yet thoughts and tears are
released.

          A recollection of prayers. Asking of patience
and love.

          Perhaps the wait is long and the mind has
concluded else. Still the spirit presses on. Through the
waves of emotional battles I prevail with a few minor
scratches. What say you dear friend?

       Here I am trying my hardest to become calmed,
to finally realize the necessity of sleep should be rocking
my soul. Yet I cannot feel it.

      So here, feel less of your emotion. Here feel my
fleeing joy break free. Cling to it, for one day I just may
ask for it back.

      Now, still, my mind is so awake and the sighs of a
weary soul echoes into the warm room. How is it I am still
awake?

      Often times the level of prayers help press me to
sleep, even the tears do but not tonight. I can only hope
to gain a few short hours of rest before I must begin
my day.

        So dear friend don't isolate yourself like I did.
Explore. Recover so then maybe I can too.

        A hope, yes. One I prayed for, one I look forward
to seeing. Ah here I am wanting so badly even a
nightmare or an argument of siblings. Anything is better
than the return of insomnia.

      So the entertainment is counting spots in the room
until laughter cracks and sarcasm improves the sleepiness.

        Oh one can hope, right?