Shhh.
shhh,
dont wake her slumber.
her tired body,
bones that twist on a couch.
to you it looks uncomfortable.
to me,
i know this is what she needs.
to close her eyes,
draped with wool blankets,
the rain pattering a lullaby.
her breathing shallow,
but steading.
her heart pumping life back into her veins.
pumping harder than mine.
i know why some hearts give up,
when it gets too hard.
so let her sleep.
let her mind reorganize,
theres time for it to bloom tomorrow.
Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2006
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