I wrestle with sleep –
need overpowered by unease,
senses on high alert,
as if a child
trying to intuit
the degree of volatility
in father’s drunken slur
what will it take
to find rest,
to reassure
the littles
that the tyrant is gone
and life will unfold
as it will
without the stress
of constant monitoring.
One Woman's Quest 
Sleep is our most vulnerable state of being. So it’s no wonder that subconsciously your body keeps your senses on high alert. The child inside fighting to keep you safe. May both of you find rest. In the night. And in this moment. I wish you so much peace. You are safe. 🙏💙
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Thanks, Andrea. I wrote this really as a revelation – could not understand why I cannot sleep when I know change is afoot. Recognized it stemmed from childhood.
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I thought so. I wanted to support your revelation. One of my friends is going through a similar situation. I wrap you both up in love. 😴 💙
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Bless you, as always, for your kindness.
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Well written
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Thank you!
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This is such an important poem. Telling the truth shows the very deepest respect for those who hear it, and allows us the space to tell our own. Thank you for these beautiful words!
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Thank you, Vicki for understanding and appreciating.
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