Rest, Unrest, and the Rest

I try to sleep but my thoughts run awry

and my heart is restless in a songless cry.

I write to you but the ink runs out

even as words fail to form in this songless bout.

I wish I could tell you, I really do try

but no words in this language seem to signify

how the dark of the night swallows me in

and sets me free from the deepest within.


I remember the days I spent on the floor,

lost in her stories and lost to the lore

of tigers and Tarzans- free-spirited, wild-

like I wish I could be behind this plied smile.

Of course I am guilty of living in the past

where I lay on my mother’s lap, but dreams don’t last

for as long as we’d like them to; indulgence is a sin.

Yet, take me back to my mother’s lap where my world would begin.


For it gives my songless heart a melody to hum

as the world opens and shuts to the beat of a drum

that I can’t dance to, and playing catch up

wasn’t in the plan, really; not my tea, not my cup.


Unusual as it is, life carries on

from melody to melody, an elaborate singsong.

My feet will always dance, I’ll sing to my heart’s content

I’ll try to run the race until I am spent

Until my heart wants to stop,

until it bursts in my chest,

until it leads me to my mother’s lap

until I can rest.


4 Comments Add yours

  1. Sadah says:

    Well written.


    1. Sharon Lewis says:

      Appreciate it 🙂


  2. Pooja Deka says:

    Have always loved your writing!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sharon Lewis says:

      Thanks so much friend.


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