dear [restless sleep],

QUiet iNdiGo.

A toss and turn,

a game of mind.

No rest for the weary,

life’s simple bind.

Cool sheets call softly,

yet the buzzing o’ertakes.

A hurried, hectic life

responsibility makes.

And as the mind seems

like it might soon burst,

or the sunny side grows dim

as thoughts turn for the worst.

Where does one find solace?

Is there ever peace?

When will the endless list

finally just…cease?

Hold on tight,

take a deep breath.

“This will only make you stronger”

that is, if it doesn’t bring you death.

Yet on my knees,

that’s where I catch some hope.

Brush off the dust and stand up tall,

no time to sit and mope.

Then, looking forward,

past all daunting tasks ahead,

it’s time to push along

and trust in what He’s said.