I awoke this morning with all these thoughts
With a jumble of noise running through my head
The worries and fears that lay underneath
the surface of everything else.
How heavy it sits when the world is silent.
When all else sleeps and rests.
The mind that managed a little calm is tormented once again.
So many thoughts, so many fears, how can one person bare it?
No holiday can cure an anxious mind, one that has so much to process.
Calm and quiet for a little while,
only to awaken with the force
of a storm in the night whilst the world sleeps on.
A storm that batters and bruises
an island that feels so alone.
Out of reach of the mainland to weather the storm in silence.
Too much is the wind and rain,
the dark cloud that settles all over
letting no light in.
Letting no light in.
When hope feels so far away
and a tumultuous mind wins over
how small we feel,
like a tiny ship
cast away
on an endless sea.
Soothing is the pen on paper
bleed onto the page instead
Dampen the flame of anxiety
with gentle tears as you return to bed
Sleep a little more to soothe the soul
drift off on to calmer seas
The light will return eventually
and all is as it is meant to be.
Tales Before Bedtime 