it's this time of night i dread sometimes. the quiet, last conscious moments before sleep. the whole world is still. no crickets yet. just me and my heart. my lungs. nose sniffles a bit. jaw cracks when i yawn. and as i lay me down, the thoughts pulse like blood in my ears: the day's cares which i can't quite let go. peacebestill prayers. underneath the noise lies the deeper hum of my humanity. lowpitch. i get panicky. i'm young, the whole world will tell me but i'm human, like you, with numbered days.
lent descends at 11:46 pm.
self-sung lullabies can't drown it out.
40 days till morning. till easter tuesday. i'm holding on.
Anne,
Like me, it seems you are doing your time in the desert. And although I've never met you, I can tell that your spirit is very strong and will help you persevere.
Have faith.
S.
Posted by: sheila at December 0, 0000 12:00 AM