If I could hold myself-
keeping my counsel whilst
shedding tears that
pierce my skin and scars,
if I could repent, and
live day by day as though
I had turned the hands of the
clock backwards- though not
lose what I have found-
if, when the night's claws
scratch and tug as though
from within- I could be ready
and strong, sharp as arrows,
and regal in my discomfort,
then perhaps
I would be asleep right now.

Comments
MistakenMagic | October 27, 2009 - 23:42
This is beautiful Sunday. As a veteran insomniac I can say I truly know the feeling! ;)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | October 28, 2009 - 11:24
I agree with Magic, Sunday... this is beautiful.
I'm one of the lucky one that goes to sleep as soon as my head touches the pillow...but everyone has nights like these and you describe them so eloquently.
Tina x
Nathan Bednarek | October 29, 2009 - 17:36
Gorgeous. Well done.
Nathan xox
SundaysChild | October 30, 2009 - 14:36
Thank you very much for the comments everyone :)
Firebird | November 3, 2009 - 21:57
Lovely poem x
SundaysChild | December 3, 2009 - 19:41
Thanks Firebird :)
Luly Whisper | May 22, 2010 - 18:23
Full of feeling.