Sleepless nights haunt me
I dread the sun
Knowing the moon has taunted me for hours
Her soft glow brings no comfort
No silence to my thoughts that rattle like stones in a tin can
I long to be swaddled like a baby
Shushed and hypnotized by white noise
Rocked as if on the waves of the gentle sea
I have become my own mother now
And just as one in her fourth trimester
I search to find ways to calm the cries
I dread the sun
Knowing the moon has taunted me for hours
Her soft glow brings no comfort
No silence to my thoughts that rattle like stones in a tin can
I long to be swaddled like a baby
Shushed and hypnotized by white noise
Rocked as if on the waves of the gentle sea
I have become my own mother now
And just as one in her fourth trimester
I search to find ways to calm the cries