Sometimes, in the dead of night
or the still dark hour before dawn
I wake
and feel the day’s pent up fear and worry
wither into sadness.
The body works it out in tears
until the heart remembers its softness.
Wounds melted, sleep gathers me again
to its belly and I fall into the pillow
and beyond into my dreams,
a lighter load to carry.
Love and courage,
Leah
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