I feel so restless on nights like this.
I've been sleeping less and less.
It's like I've gone back to the days
when everything was a mess.
Listless, I give in and move
to the window for awhile.
An earnest wish escapes my lips
and causes me to smile
for the light reflected against the clouds,
caught between earth and sky,
is exactly what I asked for
and enough to satisfy.
I pull back the curtains and recognize
a world washed clean by white
and glowing in such soft pink tones
by the captured moon's pale light.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
