Deep in the confines of her mind

is kept away her fears and insecurities -

but once the night falls

and she lays her head to rest,

the doors open.


She realizes she’s not who she wants to be,

she’s not satisfied with what she’s becoming –

what she’s become.

She wants silence to grasp her mind,

to shut it down and stop the cries.


But she realizes

what keeps her awake at night

and she realizes

she should make the change

to be what she wants;

to be happy with who she is


But nails scratch at her scalp,

and stress rattles her brain

crippling her inspiration,

breaking her will,

until all she can do

is beg sleep to save her.


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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