When we have those nights when we can't sleep and our mind wanders, it's easy to go off on tangents and think the worst, the "what ifs".
Sitting here exhausted. Exhausted and drained. Exhausted and drained and beat. I battled and dueled with insomnia all night, And now I can touch defeat. I parried with anxiety. I danced with turmoil. My mind was up for the fight. Wrestling and rolling like a jittering wreck, My head was a fierce spotlight. Highlighting mistakes. Remembering the gaffes. Reminding me I’m not so pure. Insomnia convinced me the stupid stuff I did, Were done because I’m so immature. I tried to have answers. Tried to rebut. Tried denying, rebuffing and negating. But those words I said in the heat of the day, Were totally dominating. One hour’s sleep. Yes, asleep for one hour. Then I awoke to hear her talk. She smiled and said “Get over yourself. Have a coffee then go to work.”
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