We won’t admit
we share the pain.
We tell ourselves
again and again
we are different.
We don’t know
what anyone feels,
or how anyone
deals with this now.
We can’t remember.
We don’t know
how to behave
like we used to.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
Does the night have
fewer questions, or are you naturally
allowed more substantive time
for thought?
Our daylight hours require agility
to navigate ever-present issues
which matter more to others
than to your self. Anxiety overwhelms,
even on good days. Never are you
of the mind to deal with it.
There is always something else.
Always, all ways, always.
Nighttime is more
than a reprieve. Darkness allows you
to breathe easier, it seems. Mind
always active, in a certain sort of way,
even in sleep you seem
to find your way.
08/37/2024 j.g.l.