Up All Night

Last night I could not fall asleep… so I wrote this little poem in my journal of thoughts.

 

Silence.

So hard to sit.

Quiet.

So hard to not plan.

Still.

So hard to not think.

Sleep.

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3 responses to “Up All Night

  1. Quiet also means not a “cough cough here” and a “cough cough there”…

  2. Thanks for sharing your poem, Melissa. It’s little but says a lot. Sometimes, less is more!

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