silence outside
yet the screeching
grinding
gears of mind
protest
awake awake awake
fatigue
becomes a plague
shush shush shushing
rusty cogs
how do i oil
screaming memories
nail down squeaks and groans
when there aren’t
floorboards
or even solid ground
i should have found
by now
the resting place
instead returning
idiot-like
to industrious thought
solve it solve it
dis-solve re-solve
until nothing is
a solution
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Of maidens, mothers, and crones; a life in poetry, unfinished 
Ugh- I know the grinding of mind gears well, esp at 3am… it makes me anxious just imagining it! I’m glad you made something beautiful with it 🌈
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Thank you 💖
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Thanks for reblogging:)
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beautifully written
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Thank you😊
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You’re welcome. I hate insomnia though 😒
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Me too! The worst scourge of over-active minds…
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I think for me it’s because of anxiety as well. I wrote a post on it. You can find it on my blog, as well as some cartoons you might identify with. it’s http://www.luthienthegreen.wordpress.com if you’d like to look…
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