I LET HER SLEEP BECAUSE I KNOW…

Never Silence the Madness

I let her sleep because I know .. 

when she’s awake her thoughts are a minefield

Speckled with all the moments that make her heart explode with sadness

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When she is caught dreaming

I let her enjoy those minutes

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Because I know that the second she is awake

She is bombarded with a laundry list that she alone has made urgent

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I let her sleep because for a few short breaths

Her brows are unfurled

Her face, peaceful

And as soon as that is interrupted

The worry and anxiety creep in

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Every “what if” is a scenario that has happened

All possibilities become fact

Intervened by the rational parts of her mind

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Her psyche

A sword fight

With no real winner

While she sits in the audience preparing for which

Long lost friend she will…

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