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Writing Byte #12: Sleep Child; You're Safe Now

Her eyelids are heavy; her vision is shaded,
Lashes weighing down and out, but not quite closed.
The residue of sleep builds up in the corners of her eyes.
She wonders why, where did it come from?
Sleep has eluded her for days, coming in fits and bursts.
Worry of the future, lists of responsibilities stretching out in her mind of days to come,
Distractions and thoughts like a cloud of gnats buzzing around her ears, never stopping.
Would she ever find rest?
Sleep is elusive prey; you can crouch in the shadows for hours and never catch it.
It likes to play with the hunter, staying just in the line of sight, and just out of reach,
Only to overcome the hunter as exhaustion runs them down.
But slowly, oh so slowly, the hunter learns to trust,
To let their guard down, just a little,
To not crouch ready for the next attack, the next kill.
And with trust filling the blood and spreading through the body, the muscles relax.
And rest, though elusive in nature, makes its way to the dwelling of the hunter.
And greets its pursuer like an old friend.

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Writing Byte #11: I Dreamed of a Dream

I don’t have a dream, except a dream of a dream. I have a hole instead: a hole or a pit, a vacuum that never fills up, and a thirst that is never satisfied. I look at my life through a mirror, the reflections speak to me in muffled voices, and I’m sinking down and down through the gloom, wishing my soul to sing, my essence to fly out, into the clear bright air under the sun.
I have a dream to breathe, to fill my lungs and live But instead I I control my breathing and sleep, Sleep through this life and long to dream.
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Along comes Hope and with Hope comes life, and I find it, or it finds me… And I breathe in deep, and as the air fills my lungs, I long to cry and shout, to sigh with relief, as I awake anew, from the dark, deep sleep,
where I dreamed of dreaming a dream.

Writing Byte #13: The Siege of the Storm

Hi there! I had pneumonia over Christmas, but all better now, thank God.
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The Siege of the Storm

People come to this lake to see serene scenery,
Ducks and geese that sail silently,
Smooth and quiet, still surface,
The water reflecting the sky.

How boring.

When I turn the last corner, I park and go still.
To see the action.
I'm here for a rock concert, a cage match and the Lord of the Flies' playground all in one.

The clouds rumble their way in, above, pushing and shoving their way to the front, blocking the view of the sun.
The waves form and clap in time.
The current starts out calm, but finds its beat and runs strong and deep... deep.
Birds battle while the the rain pelts the ground in a drumroll, like the drummer boys marching before the troops.

The war is on.
It's a battle of wills; it's a battle of nature... versus nature.
The geese, the ducks, coots and pelicans.
They're all assembled on the battlefield.

The water roars a…