Julia Weimerskirch, What Happens at 3 in the Morning

What Happens at 3 in the Morning

JULIA WEIMERSKIRCH

It is three a.m. once again. My mind runs wild with thoughts And I can't quite comprehend. What is true? What memory is mine? Why can't I connect these dots? For hours I'll ponder and pretend While my stomach tangles and knots. The knots make me sick and my mind begins to wonder...

It is three a.m. and not a wink of sleep. My eyes adjust; darkness is now my light. The ceiling fan spinning in perfect harmony with my mind. The questions I avoid are on repeat, Circling and circling, Threatening to pull me into the darkness; I try to resist with all of my might. Before I see that I've gone too deep, I know that I won't sleep tonight.

It is three a.m. and I'm overthinking. I promised tonight I wouldn’t shed a tear, But I think I was lying. I am lost in limbo, not even blinking. My mind is hazy, but it's still clear. Now I believe my heart is sinking. Why am I holding onto this much fear?