Replaced
I cozy up...
the covers tight against my neck
not wanting the cold to seep down further
into my already shaking being
somehow blinded by the fact
the chill was begun deep and long ago
unable to shake the icy beast...
Sleep eludes me...
the tired body and drooping eyes seem
no match for the raging of remembered past
overtaking my thoughts and tormenting my future
dashing all hope of now forgotten peace...
disturbing the pretence of nightly rest.
Be still, my mind...
create a void, let peace instead
take hold of dark and captive stay
long past the morning's giving light,
replaced by dream's directions new
toward sweet tomorrow's warm embrace
pierce through the cold where calm awaits.
Copyright © Sherry Bradley | Year Posted 2011
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