4am poetry...

A lot of nights I try and fight…..my insomnia, but some way or another…it always shows… Like the bad guy that always gets killed but some how shows up in the end scene. I’ll lean in & go to sleep within a decent hour, get woken up for any sudden anything and just like that….I’ll stay up..for hours. With no power. No powers to go back to sleep. No self control. It’s like I’m a whole other me within those hours. Not recognizing my own kind of flower…and its all because I’m tired. I need to get real rest in order to pass this self soul searching test. Cause I’m a mess. In and out of my brain. My mind is tangled in distress. My whole life seems disastrous in these moments.. but I know I should cherish it. All… for even the negative moments eventually turn golden cause everything is linked for a purpose… No coincidences… Shrink the negatives and stretch the vibrations of the positive foundations. Things that happen, occur so it’s a lesson learned. Believe it or not, we learn… From our heart-aches, our mistakes, all the little things we take for granted that do matter in this chatter. I’m feeling like the mad hatter. All over the place with no change of quick pace, always ready for the race. I just need to rake in these nostalgic leaves and pile them up for the garbage truck to pick up. Cause, my memories haunt and taunt me but I soon hope they’ll just flaunt for me. Make me feel nice instead of weak. Cause this week has been rough. But none the less, I am tough. & soon ill view it all as sonething beautiful that had to fall just so the next great big thing can recall. And I’ll get by with a little help of my friends….And my family. Cause that….is true destiny. Now hopefully, I’ll get some sleep. 4am poetry………