If you’ve never struggled to sleep, it may be a challenge to understand insomnia. Mine has been spotty over the years, the insomnia that is. It was once as though my life as a zombie was the only life I lived.
Haunting hours unseen to most, unable to see the the light of day for hours of unrest. Being awake when all the world around you is slumbering is a unique experience.
People ask where you live or if you work third shift. I had done third shift for sometime. For an insomniac, that poses an usual problem. So I began writing.
And I never stopped.
I wrote to get the thoughts away
I wrote to put my mind at bay
I write to find my place to say
I write to rest from night to day
I write to compose thoughts and dreams
I write my mind’s complex themes.
I’ve written to move past my own walls
I’ve written because the duty calls.
I’ve written as a passing thought
I’ve written to justify things I’ve bought.
I wrote so I would not continue to be
I wrote to find things I cannot see.
I write to leave a legacy.