Sleep deprived, foggy mind
Half awake, I feel fake
I’m lying down, my brain still on
I want to cry, I want to die
I hear you share, but I’m not really there
I live in my head, in my bed
Wide awake
I want to see, I want to feel
Am I real?
Real is truth, truth is heart
But I’m so far from that part
Who grades me, who can save me?
I am enough, I can lift myself up
I carry that force, I am the source
If my words can hurt, could they love too?
You’re amazing, you
That felt good, though misunderstood
Intellectually, I can inspire change within me
Slowly, patiently, carefully
I feel better already
Hope helps us feel, hope helps us heal
A night of full rest could bring me to my best
Accepting what I am, where I’m at
and I’ll pretend I’m at bat
Fake it til you make it
I do subscribe to it
I’m rested, I’m clear, I’m full of sensation
Reflecting my new affirmation.

Originally published at livingrhea.com

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