Insomnia by Sally James
It is early morning and my dream time
has surrendered to the sleepless dark.
My eyes will not close and thoughts
uncontrolled prance around my head.
I had slept for three dreamless hours
till life’s nightmares prodded me awake
and the sly moon winked at me
in her melancholy mocking way.
It will do you no good
a random thought interrupted
to fret over someone else’s actions
your scars will reopen
if you worry too much
let it be you know you must
you have done no wrong
cannot carry another’s guilt.
Therefore I write till my bed beckons
and dawn cracks open a new day.