Let Me Sleep

Like an orphaned tree
shivering in a coat of frost

my soul wanders
dreamless, alone

a nobody, nowhere
in the pre-dawn chill.

Beckoned by first light
body twisting wakens

Consciousness clings
to desolate slumber

then, reluctantly
reality brings me home.

(Image my own)

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VJ

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.

20 thoughts on “Let Me Sleep”

  5. The image of an orphaned tree shivering in a coat of frost stayed with me, such a tender way to show a soul wandering alone before dawn. I love how the poem ends with reality gently, if reluctantly, bringing you home. 🌹

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