It's Late

I know it's late, and I should be in bed sleeping, dreaming of nonsense, things that make sense, or nothing at all.

I know it's late, and I should be in my bed, but................ I'm writing instead.

I know it's late, and I am tired, I should be in that blissful brain numbness called sleep where you are able to turn off all physical distractions and process, evaluate, calculate, store and dump memories of today.

I know it's late.............  maybe that's what I'm afraid of.  It's late ....  in the day, in the hour, in the moment, in my life, in our life together, in this time, in every second shared and unshared.

I know it's late ........................................................................................................ and I'm scared.


I know it's late, and I'm facing my fears, facing the unknown, facing life with my mask in hand -

I know it's late and I will not be broken, torn, shredded, defeated ..............

I know it's late and tomorrow will come ...................... and I will greet the dawn.

I know it's late and tomorrow will come.........................and I will