Insomnia (Poem 293)

There are days when you want to talk, 

    but don't want anyone to hear 

    what you're saying, 

         when you want to share your writing

         without first having to edit your words, 

             when you want to sing, but don't 

             want people to hear the roughness 

             of your voice.

There are days when you climb in bed 

    exhausted, but don't want to sleep, 

         when you want to hide in your home, 

         but can't bear the thought that you might 

         miss something exciting, 

             when you feel the cold deep 

             in your bones, but resist the weight 

             of the warm brown blanket.

There are days when someone waits 

    for you, but you are unwilling to hurry, 

        when your belly gurgles and groans 

        with hunger, but you cannot bring yourself 

        to swallow food, 

            when you dream that you've awakened,

            and then, upon waking, find that your life 

            was nothing more than a sweet dream all 

            along, and that you have suddenly 

            developed insomnia.

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six