These cold nights and days, I'm often bored
Tiredness wakes me up, and I'm left to explore
The ceiling above, and worries on my shelf
Fazed, I count the hours until morning's wealth

Nighttime feels like forever, but I know
Tomorrow brings new troubles, unknown to show
I leave it all to the creator, and choose to be
Happy in this moment, living wild and free

I recount my blessings, and if sleep won't come
I'll hug myself tight, and tell a soothing hum
A bedtime story, until I'm lost in self-love
Drowning in acceptance, sent from above

© Asa Cl