When sleep evades me I’ve learned to close my eyes And wait Wait for the darkness To take over To envelop me and Consume me Until all that is left Is a flicker of light In the distance Small but burning bright It is hope But On nights like this All I wish Is for …
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Morning Routine
Our mornings begin as they always do; half asleep, I crawl out of bed to begin our day. I meet you at the bottom of the staircase. You’re either in your chair, sleeping the morning away or you’re somewhere else. When it’s the latter, I search frantically around our home, desperate to find you. When …
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