I’ll sleep until the unwanted passes,
Until every horrible well in my mind shushes.
I’ll sleep until my eyes forget what it feels like to see the first rays of sunshine,
Or how I look like bathing on it during the good days—
Smiling, laughing, dreaming.
I’ll sleep until the knots inside my head break free,
Until the loud pounding in my chest reverts back to a heartbeat.
I’ll sleep until my toes forget what it feels like to stand,
To have the strength to lead the way and the power to stop.
Lately, all I wish is for the world to stop.
I’ll sleep until the darkness becomes a friend,
Until the hushed pleas turn into echoes— help asking for help.
I’ll sleep until I forget how to conjure whimsical adventures in my dreams,
Because if dreams represent reality, I’d have thunderstorms as my sun—
My skin a hint of goodbyes and broken promises, my breath: lifeless.
So, I’ll sleep once more,
Hoping not to be blue as the skies and deep as the ocean.
I’ll sleep, sleep tight—
Tighter than the bedroom of the screams I keep,
Thinking, feeling, wishing: a better tomorrow.