I see my drapes wave,
as the moonlight pushes in.
I feel hurt in my discomfort
despite the orange cosyness.

I lay here curled against
my duvet feathered down;
as quiet as my legs brush the cover, 
my mind still races on.

I want to feel real peace,
especially when I’m here.
my window’s always left open,
so I can lay into the air.

I have too many pushbacks,
on my mind, body and heart.
if only I could rest forever
without the constant restart.