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Asleep before the head hits the pillow Head filled with vivid colors swirling, amassing, mixing outside the lines Transgressions grow skyward like a bean stalk becoming a giant Worries wander aimlessly like a cat in the night looking for a spoon Hurts pound again, and again, first a drumstick then a sledge hammer The kaleidoscope of confusion rotates ever faster, bed spins counter Places cannot be escaped Faces stare as if clothes have been robbed Running, Flying, Drowning, Suffocating, Garbling Words, Can’t Breath, Slow Motion, Falling, Insatiable Hunger, Unquenchable Thirst, Blood Stained, Shouting Loaded Down, Frantically Searching Pockets, Hidden Underneath, Forgotten Fear. All fears. Nothing but fear. Afraid. Regret. Worry. I didn’t. I really did! Each day we pack our pockets. Cram our purses. Load our backpacks Hang needless objects and things around our necks, over our shoulders, in the crux of our elbows, on our belts Grip suitcases. Carry stuffed plastic grocery bags on each knuckle. Waddling to the side of the bed before crashing head on Unknowingly still pinching the key between our left thumb and pointer finger Hitting the bed with a massive crash every part of the day strewn around the room like a devastating mid air explosion of a 747 littering debris, miles and miles of destruction, charred remnants, unidentifiable and randomly placed objects, out of place, disfigured, often never found Before your head hits the pillow Drop the things you picked up today Take a load off Free yourself of your burdens Neatly set everything aside On second thought, just pile it and let it lay where it falls Drop your yoke Sit down on the foot of the bed with God Hand Him the things you still cling within sweating red fists Briefly Examen your day Fall asleep on His shoulder He will gently lay your head on the pillow, loft your feet off the floor, and tuck you in. Let Him carry your burdens, lighten your load, unpack, empty your pockets, wash your laundry, even sort and match the socks. Travel to sleep lightly and peacefully dreaming of a new day carrying nothing but what is truly needed.

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Head On Bed Collision

Asleep before the head hits the pillow Head filled with vivid colors swirling, amassing, mixing outside the lines Transgressions grow skyward like a bean stalk becoming a giant Worries wander aimlessly like a cat in the night looking for a spoon Hurts pound again, and again, first a drumstick then a sledge hammer The kaleidoscope of confusion rotates ever faster, bed spins counter Places cannot be escaped Faces stare as if clothes have been robbed Running, Flying, Drowning, Suffocating, Garbling Words, Can’t Breath, Slow Motion, Falling, Insatiable Hunger, Unquenchable Thirst, Blood Stained, Shouting Loaded Down, Frantically Searching Pockets, Hidden Underneath, Forgotten Fear. All fears. Nothing but fear. Afraid. Regret. Worry. I didn’t. I really did! Each day we pack our pockets. Cram our purses. Load our backpacks Hang needless objects and things around our necks, over our shoulders, in the crux of our elbows, on our belts Grip suitcases. Carry stuffed plastic grocery bags on each knuckle. Waddling to the side of the bed before crashing head on Unknowingly still pinching the key between our left thumb and pointer finger Hitting the bed with a massive crash every part of the day strewn around the room like a devastating mid air explosion of a 747 littering debris, miles and miles of destruction, charred remnants, unidentifiable and randomly placed objects, out of place, disfigured, often never found Before your head hits the pillow Drop the things you picked up today Take a load off Free yourself of your burdens Neatly set everything aside On second thought, just pile it and let it lay where it falls Drop your yoke Sit down on the foot of the bed with God Hand Him the things you still cling within sweating red fists Briefly Examen your day Fall asleep on His shoulder He will gently lay your head on the pillow, loft your feet off the floor, and tuck you in. Let Him carry your burdens, lighten your load, unpack, empty your pockets, wash your laundry, even sort and match the socks. Travel to sleep lightly and peacefully dreaming of a new day carrying nothing but what is truly needed.