Insomnia

The Gift

You showed up again
My thief in the night
What brought you this time?
You’ve stolen my physical health
Mental health too
Emotions run high
Did you remember to bring
Anxiety and Pain?
Of course you did
You don’t exist without them
Synapses are firing
Too fast to keep up
Conjuring up all the
Shoulda’s and Coulda’s
The regrets
The mistakes
The fears that restrained me
Each win brings hope
You find your way back
A new terror or old
You dig your way in
Insisting on the reminder
That sleep is a gift
A gift that can be taken