Heart beats
And whilst am waiting for sleep to come
My mind comes to life to re-live moments
But it hurts that I can’t figure these things out
But that’s how you operate
Calling me strong when I can’t rise up to YOU
But maybe I’m looking in a different direction
And all these happen whilst I’m waiting for sleep to come
And in those moments
My hands begin to shake
Shiver to write something
A deadly text
A fatal ping
To write those spiteful words to release some tension
So I clump them together in a feeble attempt to stop them from shaking
And all this happen when I’m waiting for sleep to come
And in those moments my stomach churns
Because my regular heart contractions have been replaced by an irregular rhythm that causes more blood to be pumped out through my aorta to the cells of my hands
And with this excess oxygen they begin to shake, shiver so I clump them together and they get slippery because they get sweaty
And moments keep on playing in my mind because there is fuel to keep it going. Yes I had rice for dinner and those carbohydrates are been put to good use
And whilst am waiting for sleep to come
I hear a different voice speaking but through me
And it tells me of who I am
This person I don’t see in the mirror
But it tells me again
And again and that I need to come to the realisation of this person and for me to see her I have to change my mirror and behold Him, my true reflection
So whilst I’m waiting for sleep to come
I breathe
And my mind stops playing
Heart returns to normal
And my hands relax
I am loved by Him and sleep came quick.
my spoken word piece. i yh i did write this when i was waiting for sleep to come. have a blessed day. mwah xx
sarah fynn 