The low golden glow of the light beside me
The humming of the fan
The warmth of my favorite blanket
Crocheted for me by hand
The baby crying in the room next door
Longing for food and sleep
As I lie here, all alone
The thoughts begin to creep
My whole life is just a wall away
Yet I begin to sob as I lay
For there is something missing from me
A sense of calm, a sense of peace
So for now I'll focus on the light
And the Warmth of handwoven stitches
Ignore the whisper of death in my ear
And the longing to slumber in ditches
Why does my mind wish to make me so dark?
When I have so much that I desire
Gripping my skin like an unwanted birthmark
Begging my mind to retire.
So hard to hold so much love and pain
Nearly too much to bear
I'll hold on for at least another day
Before I do declare
~SJ~