Insomnia
It’s weightlessness
Lay heavy on my mind
Like a feather
Drifted down from some
Worn catechism
Lain out before me
Testing my faith
Charting my plight.
How can one struggle
With only a thought
So fleeting
That it hardly seems real?
The purpose, too,
What purpose except
To help me see things
In the proper light and
Give my determination
Ever stronger will
To hold on to my beliefs
And bury myself
In what I deem as right?
And must I carry
This heavy thought,
(So weightless in my hand)
Forever in this
Sleepless night?
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Beautiful piece! I especially love the line ‘drifted down from some/ worn catechism’ – lovely!
Thank you, Leah.