I show up here again
and I don’t know what to say.
Why should I say anything at all?
I’m tired, sleep deprived,
wondering if my son
will wake me up again
in the middle of the night
as he has done every night this week.
I seek solace everywhere but inside myself,
but this is where the solace rests.
Maybe if I were to just stop,
take a deep breath,
close my eyes and go inside,
I’d find that it’s okay
to not say anything,
it’s okay to be sleep-deprived,
and it’s okay
to seek solace outside of myself…
And then I might laugh,
because it’s the voice within me
that just gave me the solace I was seeking,
that told me I’m okay.