I am way to familiar
with the middle
of the night now.
It used to be
a wonderful thing.
A feeling of
freedom
and
creativity.
Now
I feel the darkness
and
the loneliness.
I long for sleep
but it eludes me.
More and more.
It teases me…
Brushes my fingers
Just
when I think
I have it in my grasp
and
I can pull
it’s comforting mantle over me
it quickly slips
away.

What is the secret?
What is it that I have to do?
I feel like I have forgotten how…

I am so tired…

copyright 8/5/2010 catherine hayes ulasinski