Tuck me in

Universe, I’m getting tired again, will you tuck me in for a nap, tell me everything will be better when I wake up? Tell me this is just another pin on the map to my destiny? Tell me that my willpower is more than a slippery slope to the death of my dreams? Will you tell me that, when I break down, these tears form a stream to deliver the message in the bottle from my higher self to tell me this is all a presentation. A play. A movie. A blip in time. And that soon, these wages will wage war against the baggage I was made to carry. And when the sword strikes for the last time, I will understand that these grievances are really gifts not meant to be unwrapped yet.