And So, Good Night
The bed has beckoned me
ever since I left it. Why?
It is only a shelf for when
my body is not being used.
But the clarion call, so deep,
so sincere. I fought it
so hard as a child,
never knowing whether
the next day would come at all.
How along the way do we
learn how to trust, to fall
asleep steadfast in the belief
that a new day beckons
just on the other side of the bed?
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I know this feeling well. I love the final lines so much:
How along the way do we
learn how to trust, to fall
asleep steadfast in the belief
that a new day beckons
just on the other side of the bed?
You must have mastered getting up on the wrong side of the bed after such ordeals…
Thoughtful question. I love how this poem ends. It’s been great reading your work this month!