I tossed, I turned,
But sleep eluded me.
What worried me, I knew naught.
I had to find rest, tomorrow was another workday.
I blinked, I twitched, I lie in my mother’s arm. She held me close, her warmth securing my world. We shared a bond that change will sorely test; a truth my infantile mind knew naught, a truth she embraced with querying thoughts.
I tossed and turned again,
This time it lured me
And I followed willingly.
I found rest, tomorrow would be here.
I stretched, I hugged my pillow. I stood in front of my father: he spoke, I listened. I went to school: people spoke , I listened, I spoke. After a while the words became weights bearing down on us. Just in time the arms of faith carried us through, for though we all spoke our thoughts left us querying the wisdom of speech.
I … no this time I didn’t toss neither did I turn.
I slumbered peacefully.
I found rest in the knowledge of hope.
In the beauty of forgiveness.
In the strength of love.
I loved myself enough to understand that the world would hopefully outlive me. I loved life enough to try and bury my pain, confusion or fears so I can leave a finger print of happiness on the sands of time. I loved tomorrow enough to know that querying thoughts should not be left to the night, they should be the stairs for tomorrows happy memories.
I am awake, I am an early bird and today belongs to me.
Written for the daily prompt ‘because-the-night’.