I wish for sleep,
to free me of the current burdens of my spirit,
yet I feel unable to rest,
unable to un-anchor the heaviness
that weighs so warmly in my heart.

For all my searching,
I cannot choose the right words.
I'm torn between sleep and waking,
the living and the dead.
I cannot find the balance.

When was the last time you felt pretty?
Just wondering.
I'm not sure why now,
out of the many nows,
do I feel so very lovely.

I should stop questioning it,
I suppose.
before I scare it off
like a tiny mouse
running hurriedly from my feet.