In that period of time
You would have woken up
From the punishment of no sleep
And wondered silently
If the night and Mare would magically disappear
And when they did
The sun would be nowhere to be found
Although its warmth burned your skin deeper than deep
And the glare of its rays blinded your eyes
Eyes already blinded by the punishment of no sleep
And while you knew for certain the necessity of food and water
Feeding felt like yet another punishment
Which the universe conspired to descend upon you
So your clothes dropped sizes farther beyond zero
While you rolled from one end of the couch to the other
Counting the tiny bumps on the ceiling board above, since
You could not allow your mind to think
For thinking was a worse punishment than food
Or no sleep
As thoughts kept telling you endless stories
And coming up with zillions of reasons as to why
And how
You should never have embarked on that journey in the first place
That stupidity, weakness and foolishness were found in you
Even when you would never ever concede to such a notion
Because you are weak, foolish,stupid, NOT
Things like these happened all the time
So every day, every night, you convinced yourself
That you would get up, you would dress yourself up
And step outside, and then move on
On to the blinding and terribly scorching sun outside
On to resistibility, invincibility, metamorphosis
Because you could, you should, you would
You would try to look your best
When they, those that you should be strong for
Came around, needed food, or needed you
So you smiled
Because you were known for it
You laughed,
Because, they were used to it
You were ok, you needed to be ok
But when the night came
And you thought about the punishment of no sleep
You recoiled inside yourself and
Smiled no more
Then, it felt like the day would never break
And that minutes and seconds dragged on and on...
It may have took many days or years, but
One of those very fine minutes of your seemingly stagnated life
The color of the painting on the wall started to matter no more
The bumps on the ceiling above
Formed imaginary patterns no longer
For you became sleep’s inseparable mate
Whenever sleep needed a friend, you were there
And food was no longer a source of punishment
You could eat the entire world, anytime
And you started to smile, because that’s how you felt
You laughed, because you couldn’t resist the urge
And sunny days became your favorite days...
Then, you paused and wondered
At how it had all happened again
And slowly, you began to realize that
Somewhere, somehow,sometime, in the unexpected minutes of time
You began to rise above and beyond the fear of the unknown
Or the regret of the unknowable, which stood behind you
That a change in attitude and out look of the life that remained
No matter how many years or days it may have took
Stood between your higher notched life now, and your forlorn world then
As you now stand facing the blank wall before you
Holding a can of yellow paint in your hand
You smile again, then nod in affirmation
As you acknowledge that
Time, time, time
Time heals in its own time.
