Sleepless

Dreamless
I am hopelessly restless
at this late hour
torn between waking
and sleeping
powerless
waiting for a sign
that morning is come
and I am finally done
with waiting.

Stepping forward
into the void
I am not who I used to be
Shedding old fears
toe to toe with new conflicts
fear is my shadow
and I am so
tired of it.


I was alone in company
he was wrong
about me
I have always known
who I was.
Many sleepiness nights
are prerequisite rites
for emerging
finally
wide awake.