INSOMNIA

Muddled thoughts,

expansive stillness,

self-imposed sabotage,

things I should have done,

wasted moments in between,

times I sat complicit.

Mornings I slept through,

unwilling to push forward.

Sleep-soaked,

I felt discouraged.

Sleep-deprived,

I felt regret.

The corners of my mind,

well-traveled.

Weaving in and out of sanity,

flooded with memories.

There were moments there,

I felt raw.

Too much time spent

analyzing the outcome,

scrutinizing their motives.

Hypothetically,

it wasn't that deep.

More troubling than theirs,

my own.

It was always fear.