Poetry

I can’t

control what’s not happening to me right now

but I know that sleep is something I need but can’t seem to let it win

as my need to get it all done before it’s too late is eating me up inside right now.

Why did I want this and now it seems more stressful, and maybe I’m just not worthy enough to be that big.

Maybe it’s time to accept I will always be small and forgetful.


Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes