If Sleep Could Talk

thoughts
fears
beating about my brain
worries
anxieties
crushing my ribcage
stealing sleep
robbing me of rest
unknown.
failure.
disappointment.
torture my pillow with tears
face the firing squad
and triumph!
dream on, my love
breathe on, my lungs
follow Me to freedom
and win!
take the road less traveled
make memories
and mistakes
seal your mark on the path youve chosen
shake foundations
and build something new
come, weary you
lay down your arms
and feet
rest well in knowing
your unknown
is My known well

…written November 17, 2011…

~Krista

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