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| Illusive I count, I breathe, I pray for sleep, the blessed, healing, cleansing, boost for renewed clarity and to strip my tired brain of worry and care. I slide into cool, fragrant sheets, I count, I breathe, I pray for sleep, my thoughts recreate past events, rewrite scripts, climb mountains too steep. Fear of unknowns can make me weep, trying not to dwell on past pain. I count, I breathe, I pray for sleep. No drink or pills will lead the way. The past is passed, no changing now. Live in the moment, this I'll keep. Tonight I try over, one more time. I count, I breathe, I pray for sleep. ~Judi Van Gorder Notes ▶︎ |