Ravell’d Sleave of Care

(with thanks to the Thane of the Unnamed Play)

Let me be able to fight for my life while awake;
not spend the night in tangled covers and tattered sleep.

Random dreams scattered like pollen or moondust;
dry tears spattering my pillow.

Tossing and turning, shaking loose fear and doubt;
like a broken mirror in the dawn reflecting my past
as I try to focus my mind and reflect on my future.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 3 August 2019