Insomnia

It coats my eyes
like a soft blanket
and drapes itself over my shoulders
as a sweet massage, only
I cannot bear to think of what it would be like
to just do it.

To just succumb to the temptation of sleep
would mean many things,
that including
vulnerability and strange dreams
that I would rather just forget.
No,
sleep is for the weak
and I don't want to be
soft, you see.

Even though they say that sleep is beautiful, that
it makes even the roughest edges smooth,
the toughest shells malleable.

Perhaps it would be hard to give up the
safeness of notsleeping
but
actuallysleeping
is so nice.

And truthfully, I would love the idea
of curling up next to you in the bed and
feeling your warm breath on the back of my neck.
Let's go together
towards this lightness we call rest,
an opportunity of a lifetime,
to make us our very best.