The canvas of my mind
Is clouded by
The foggy haze
Of insomniac eyes
My once rational
My tired soul aches while
Searching for peace, it’s been looking
For since the day it was born.
The bags under my insomniac eyes
Are the constant reminder
Your work isn’t done.
You still have to be a parent,a care giver,
a housekeeper,a chef,lawn care guru,
wonder women with a
super man smile and the catchphrase
”OF COARSE I CAN DO THAT”
and the good old back up”I’VE GOT THIS”
The backs of my eyelids look
as I stare into the abyss of darkness
I can never fully reach.
Copyright © Jessica Zorn | Year Posted 2017
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