I am sleepless,
this fatigue
allows no relief.

I am weak,
impartial to either
slumber or activity.

I am awake
at ungodly hours,
while the world sleeps.

My thoughts are lucid
at the most
inappropriate times.

I am thinking
when I should
be at rest.

I am sleeping
when I could be

My clock,
is an aberration
of time.

Fear wakes at night,
thoughts I give no quarter during the day,
now weigh heavy.

in this anxiety,
I have forgotten what’s real.

I am sleepless,
I am fatigued,
I am awake

at ungodly hours.

For every moment

For every moment
I think I cannot face,
I can.

This ailment
of anticipation
delivers a shadow.

For every day
I think I cannot,
I do.

Contradictions found
where fear lurks
until truth revealed.

For every person
I dare not confront,
I can.

My eyes cannot see
and my thoughts
are no friend.

In every way
I believe I cannot,
I will.

In everything I do
I become,
for nothing to fear

knowing who I am.