~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

" Illusive" 

Illusive

I count, I breathe, I pray for sleep,
the blessed, healing, cleansing, boost
for renewed clarity and 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,
I try 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, again.
I count, I breathe, I pray for sleep.
                              ~Judi Van Gorder