Hey all,
I don't about you all but sometimes when I'm lying-in bed my brain starts to race 100 miles per hour and it's so hard to stop sometimes. But sometimes I don't want it to stop because that's where most of my creativity and ideas come from...the middle of the night...1 or 2 am. Yeah, it's the worst time possible BUT that's what phones are for when you don't feel like getting up to go get your notebook which is exactly what happened last night.
My mind would not stop thinking about, well, everything and I was annoyed because I know Zaeven could wake up at any time and that would mean no sleep for me but luckily that wasn't the case because he's getting a lot better with sleeping at night (THANK GOD). Anyways, I was just thinking about my confidence and how much better it has gotten over the years but especially with my son in my life; it truly has skyrocketed and that's what this poem is about. I don't want to talk about it too much because the poems speak for itself and other interpretations so I'll let you get on with it and read it.
P.S. I'll probably keep more of my writing on here since most of my ideas are in the middle of the night and nobody has time to write it all down.
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