Restless and weary, I'm watching the evening sleep
I should be resting with her; but trauma is so deep.
Images from the past have been dancing in my head
So I pick up a duster and start to clean instead.
The more the memories pour in, the busier I become
Hoping that I can ward off all that is burdensome
Too many nights have caught me with eyes open wide
WOuld that I could slumber with peacefulness inside.
Thank goodness for the good nights I have also known
They are like an oasis through which healing is shown
Everything has its moment and everything its grace
Someday all my memories will become a beautiful place