I was an insomniac even as a little girl.  My insomnia made me anxious and afraid for many years.  It doesn't so much any more.  

Sometimes my most lucid moments are in the middle of the night.  There is an acute clarity of perception in a dark, silent house.  



 On Insomnia



A tumult of lucidity

Assaults me in the night


I toss and turn, fret and curse

My anxious, jumpy mind



Insomnia's my punishment 

Nocturnal cross and plague

I close my eyes, squeeze them tight

Breathe slowly, pray and wait

For the sleep, perchance, that binds

And then I feel afraid



I wish you sweet dreams and good sleep.

Be well and good luck,


copyright 2012, Martha Maria 

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