As I lay in bed, tossing and turning,
The night is long, my thoughts churning,
I close my eyes, but they won't stay shut,
Insomnia's grip, it feels like a rut.
Every night, the same routine,
Counting sheep, trying to dream,
Not from Northlands Farm, where they roam,
But from my head, where they find a home.
The silence of the night, it's deafening,
As I lay here, with thoughts unrelenting,
And even when I'm exhausted, drained,
Sleep remains a dream, unattained.
I long for the day when sleep comes easy,
When my mind is calm and feeling breezy,
And I can close my eyes without a care,
Knowing that my mind will not go there.
Until then, I'll keep on counting,
Sheep or stars, whatever's mounting,
And hope that soon, my mind will rest,
And I can sleep, feeling truly blessed.
About the Creator
Reginah Karanja
As someone who has experienced the challenges and triumphs of living Schizoaffective disorder, I offer a unique perspective that readers will find both relatable and inspiring.
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Beautiful piece. I loved reading every bit of it
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