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Illusive

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


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16 Lines - 122 Words
Verse Form: The Quatern  
Inspired by "Form of the week: Quatern"  
Entered March 2023

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