It’s two am when I sink deepest into bed.
Toss and turn as my thoughts swirl and leave me teetering.
I should be sleeping.
But instead I spend time worrying.
The quiet night calms me at first.
But when the silence doesn’t hold, my thoughts get loud.
Too loud.
I get my loneliest at 2AM.
I get my saddest.
I get no comfort by imagining what could have been.
Entertaining these thoughts don’t make me any happier.
The anxieties aren’t sugar coated.
Just close your eyes and go to sleep I say over and over.
Sometimes the sleep comes quickly.
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A lot of us can relate.
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Yeah I’m sure we’ve all been in a similar situation
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