Husband sleeping soundly
His leg on my side of bed
Humming buzz of fan
Steady sound of highway
Traffic from open window
Sticky sheets, high humidity
Distant music can be heard
Beneath door of daughter's room
My hackneyed mind
Worn out from too much
Thought of things I
Cannot change, so why
Does guilt fill my tired
Body and head?
I wish I had the power
To stop all hurt and pain
But God I am not.
Suffering brings growth
They say, but in darkness of
Night, hopelessness seems
magnified. I feel drawn
To computer screen
Impermeable mental
Reflections need to escape
Words on a page appear
Less daunting than in one's
Head. Healing scribblings
Bring relief with dawn's
First light.
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