insomnia – Wondering Pilgrim

Ballad of the Street Lamp

Night light, night light, oh so bright!‘Though my eyes are shut real tight.‘Tis the clock on dimmest settingYet our sleep we are not getting. The street lamp’s out – the lane’s in gloomDiffused light once filled our roomNow dark and clock light contrast moreHence our sleep becomes a chore. They say its best to lightContinue reading “Ballad of the Street Lamp”

Phantoms of the Night

Writing poetry in the middle of the night because reflux is keeping you awake has its nuances, especially when you are on retreat with several mutual mentors who are also therapists! Here’s the poem:Phantoms of the nightGather around my bedWhispering anxieties and “what ifs”They scoff at my commands of dismissalSo perhaps I should befriend them“NoContinue reading “Phantoms of the Night”