Facing my opponent we circle each other until the weight of the day's events wakes me exhausted not yet ready to face another tomorrow.
Some of my thoughts are not pretty
and are not pleasant to hear
no matter how comfortably
they sit on the page.
When the life I live
is worse than the dreams I dread
should I pull the blankets up
and stay in bed?
I enter the cocoon of a dream
like an unwilling caterpillar,
battling through the middle of it
I emerge out the other side to
celebrate the fact
I survived another night of sleep.