Sleep.
I fear it as I do few things.
For in it, dreams lay forth their promise,
leaving my days searching for their truth.
A necessity that I cannot live without,
tormented by the prospect
of seeing exactly what I desire.
During my hours awake,
I try to forget what it is I so desperately wish for.
Yet when my eyes close,
and bless-ed peace enters,
the quiet awakening of visions
tremble through my soul.
Tempted and tortured by dreams,
I strive to avoid rest,
while my body craves it.
If only I could escape. . .

© Johanna Fugitt 2017