Insomnia Poetry

In honor of my friends in rape recovery, and those who struggle with PTSD. You are not alone, crazy, stupid, or worthless. You are safe and understood here.

When evening falls

and with it all the disarray

quietly drifts into the fray

and you're not sure you can rest

though it is finally quiet

and you can hear yourself think

you don't like what you have to say

memories rush in

on silent wings like the owl

and stalking steps like a cat's

they leave you as nervous as the mouse

a predator around every corner

every corner of your own mind

when all is still

except your thoughts

and in case your mind ever forgets

your body promises to remember

and you hate it

as much as if it were your own body that betrayed you

and not his

and you wonder how it is

that he sleeps so well at night

with his rested body

and his dark dead soul.

God did not close His eyes

He does not sleep

this has not passed by unnoticed

hold on to hope

He is with the oppressed

A day of righting wrongs is coming

a day of drying tears

a day that is never ending

a day without fears

Hang on tightly

fiercly to the truth

though some would snatch it from you

My God sees me

He cares

and this too shall pass

and everything will be new again.