A tiny hook seems to tug at my gut While I tap and I zap and can’t stay put I’d like to take a big deep breath I want to close my eyes and rest This worm of anxiety threads through my thoughts And I know now that this night will not be short I talk to myself, ’it will all be alright’ And, ‘you can sleep on another night’ By the stale blue light of my mobile screen A periscope on the world from a submarine Lost in the deep blues of ‘what if’ anxieties ‘Imagining the worst’ of many varieties Sinking, I will toss myself a life line A glance at the window glint of moonshine To remind me of the solid reassuring shape Of the familiar neighborhood landscape My interior monologue doesn’t fool me. It’s the same old witless repartee Insomnia plays hide and seek and wins While ‘may never’ happens make my head spin Stop this whirling pondering I should So this positive self talk had better be good!
