I sit here in this darkened room, confused, contemplating, angry.
I tossed and turned my way here, leaving my blankets twisted on the bed.
My thoughts are scattered, twisted as they offer up options to my dilemma.
But no one course of action is a perfect solution.
On the other screen my cursor blinks. My work in progress interrupted.
Will my thoughts now relax and stop racing across the ceiling?
My eyes need to stay shut, not fly open at every creak or whispered thought.
Midnight is long gone. It's late and morning will be here soon enough.
May tomorrow bring clarity. I can but hope.
(c)Anne Douglas 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007