The Night that didn't last long.

I replaced songs with poetry

I replaced movies with comedy

I replaced thoughts with prayers

For three days

I slept in

I closed the curtains

I stopped seeing the world with my eyes

Instead I saw the world in my mind. 

Little did I know

Those three days 

Were preparing me.

I'm not a prophet 

But in those three days 

I wrote poems 

That are now my only comfort. 

I wrote a poem for my friends

And I sent it to them

But all that poetry

Is now meant for me. 

I wrote a poem about hands

And I didn't know whose I meant

But now I understand

Now I clearly know

That they were my own. 

I spent the next three days

In people's company

Engaging in conversations

That are now helping me. 

I worked a little too hard

Did a little too much

So I rested my eyes

But rested too much. 

That night, I didn't sleep well. 

If at all. 

Last night, I didn't sleep well

If at all. 

The night didn't last long. 

I stopped trying to sleep

Because I heard a song

It's God smiling down on me

With skies and birds and bright hues. 

Everything was leading up

To the now and the here

I was scared of not being enough

But I am facing that fear. 

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