She hasn’t been sleeping,
Tossing and turning to be woken up by sunrise.
She hasn’t slept much,
Growing dark circles resting on her eye bed, drenched in attempts at productivity.
She’s been up,
Eyes opened, cultivating the skill of micro analysis of Thyself.
See, she’s been refraining from direct contact,
Unable to iterate her experiences without being dismissed.
No longer looking to the world for solutions from above,
She normalizes reaching out to the All Mighty,
Though she lays awake most days, she peacefully experiences rest…