Insomnia — A Stirring of the Mind
A poem to illuminate the struggles with sleep for a hypomanic mind!
I wake in the early morning before the sun has a chance to illuminate the sky.
My body feels agitated, and bodily pains interrupt my tea drinking as I release a resignful sigh.
I’m drawn to my smart phone, like a moth to a flame.
Yet I know my sleep will be further disturbed. I’ve only myself to blame.
Peace alludes me as I’m continuing to be agitated in my body and mind.
My gentle slumber seems a distant memory — I’ve left all serenity behind.
My solace, though, is found in my diary and pen.
The physicality of writing on a page brings a kinda zen.
For I get to transpose my busy mind onto a piece of paper that allows my thoughts to settle into a more gentler pace.
In this time I relinquish the fear of insomnia and begin to address the problems I face.
I’m in a hypomanic state of mind. Therefore, my energy levels are soaring.
I do my best to destimulate my day and let everything feel so boring.
Hence, my late night searching ‘Google Books’ library without reading much of…
