Sleeping

I wasn't sleeping.

I was tired as soon as the sun went down,

And I was cuddled up in bed by ten.

But I wasn't sleeping.

Sure, I was in bed:

My eyes were closed, my body shut down

And for the most part, I'd seem zen.

But I wasn't sleeping.

I was restless. 

My body wanted to wake up,

With my mind racing in the dark.

I wasn't sleeping.

No matter how long

It never seemed to feel like enough

And I stirred with the first calls of larks.

I wasn't sleeping.

I dreaded the morning

Even though I was anxious for it to come,

And my body wanted to stir in the night.

I wasn't sleeping.

But last night I slept!

My bed was so peaceful and warm;

I wasn't disturbed by the morning light.

I welcomed it.