Sleep won’t come and my mind’s on fire.
Each mistake replayed and everything feels dire.
A worry for every assignment, a worry for every chore.
They make me question my own judgment,
and it’s exasperating me to the core.
Avoid caffeine and let things go,
some Namaste and still my restless mind is my foe.
Make a list and count those sheep,
still the morning comes with very little sleep.
My problems are small I say again and again,
still they wash over me like an unwanted friend.
I search for balance and a simple life,
but still I stress and am full of strife.
Pick a path and make it mine,
but which one, I don’t want “just fine”.
Up all night and I am beginning to tire.
Still sleep won’t come cause my mind’s on fire.
Another sleepless night for me,
why won’t my mind set me free?
Awfulized and analyzed,
chewed over and magnified.
A fear of failure or a desire to win,
what drives my brain to these sins?
I turn things over and over in my head,
when sleep is really what I need in my bed.
The pups are up and in my seat,
looking concerned, but still wanting a treat.
My husbands asleep and snoring away,
he’ll wake refreshed to start his day.
I stress, worry and fret
about things of little importance, albeit.
Calm eludes me, no bliss to be found,
believe me I’ve been looking around.
I stare at the moon and what do I see,
another obligation looking back at me.
A wasted life will be my fate,
if I don’t get some of these things off my plate.
Drink some tea and pop a pill,
these anxieties even they aren’t able to kill.
Sleeps elusive for a worried mind,
tomorrows another chance to turn this tide.
Why do I brood, worry and stew,
with my lust for control I guess it’s my due.
It’s another sleepless night for me,
so I write this poem while I sip my tea.