There, There

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.


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

8 thoughts on “There, There”

  1. 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. πŸ™πŸ’™

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