i awaken way too early,
its just a fact of my bipolar story…
and my husband he sleeps
as i awaken freshly.
wide awake-not enough sleep-
Wrestling with the morning
fighting with the Sun
telling it to go away
to leave me alone, scattered, messy
Sometimes, the Secret Slumber is rather Elusive,
ghost-like, slippery, sneaking away
like a thief in the night.
Child-like, I have bad dreams
that disappear in the Sunlight.
Wishing I would-somehow-some-way
instead of fight the useless fight.
into a garden of delight,
a garden of twilight,
a garden of no-light, a garden of darkness, a garden
which bears no fruit, except for one single red apple,
a serpent slipped me
and it weighs on me so heavily
like the burden
so I sit and stare,
and i awaken freshly
to dreams no longer