It’s late
and she found a way to be ok.
It gets dark,
but she’s there
even when you’re not counting on her to be there.
She watches,
she breathes.
She is as human as is humanly possible.
She doesn’t sleep
because she’s afraid tomorrow will be the same.
She doesn’t sleep
because she wants to be more.
She lies still,
willing the night away,
outlining the sounds she hears in the dark.
She sees the light sometimes,
it is so bright;
it makes her want to scream.
She sees the light
and then she shuts her eyes,
embracing the familiar dark.