Bodies and words awake at 4 a.m.
have no respect for the woman I am.
A review of conscience
is all well and good.
It reminds me of all that I should.
But, forgets who I am
and that I am doing
all that I could,
and not doing
all that I would
if I were not who I am.
Too tired, too little, too late,
thoughts fly sky high
as life passes me by.
Two women sit here together,
the me and the I.
One who knows her self,
a self which few surmise.
The other one who shares
her thoughts, to her surprise.
No rest this dark night.
Tomorrow comes with the light.
I sit in the darkness
and wait for the sun to rise.
annarino writes 