Insomnia Ft. Saloni Jaiswal

A bleak, dreary night with monsters disguised,

Weary I feel not getting any sleep

Monsters in my mind begin to prick, keeping me awake

A little sleep was on its way, but inner demons woke me with a shake

Twist and turns, and yet I lie sleepless

Insecurities, fear and doubt fester in my mind like a disease

Tried running away, tried distracting myself but there is no reprieve

The ghost of my past failures bestow their tyranny

Failure; a simple but strong word that shakes the core of many

Society describes it as not falling into its norm

But it forgets that people come in different shape, sizes, and form

One shoe does not fit all, nor do people aspire the same

Then why are we all measured with the same scale and non-conformity is considered lame

All these thoughts foray into a storm of wishes and yearn

My inner demons continue to taunt and giving my stomach a churn

But then my mind gave me a flash of good memories, something to hold on to

Mom’s caress, sibling hug, friend’s smile – just giddy reminders to name a few

Brought me out of slumber with teary eyes

As these trail of memories that I cherish pass my mind

Murmuring the lullaby sung by my mom, the demons were left behind

Come sleep O sleep bring me a certain knot of peace

Murmuring to myself and through counting imaginary sheep

Lulls me back to dreamless and peaceful sleep.

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