Cold Sheets.
When Night Teaches Hope.
I love the feel of cold bedsheets
on nights when anxiety makes me sweat.
The silence becomes medicine,
the darkness a gentle friend.
And in the stillness,
the light of hope stirs,
a new current rising in me,
anticipating morning,
something fresh,
something good,
something worth waiting for.
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Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.
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Comments (4)
Lovely work my friend!
That felt so reassuring and positive. Loved your poem!
Silence is the best medicine, love the sense and wisdom of your poem
Beautiful poem, I get like this at night hot cold restless sometimes I hate bed time.🦋🦋🦋🦋