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Insomnia and Anxiety
For two months or so, I’ve been suffering from insomnia. I haven’t really kept it secret, but haven’t elaborated on the reasons behind it either. I do feel tired and want so badly to go to sleep at bedtime. By the time I finish all the things a busy mom has to do and my kids are in bed, I am wide awake. I have tried healthy habits, like tea, warm baths, reading, no television, keeping the lights low, and avoiding the “blue screen glow” of electronic devices to get myself in the right mindset to sleep. I have tried melatonin supplements too, but I worry about taking those for too…
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Scars
“Scars” Free Verse, New Poetry, 8-4-16 Some nights when I can’t sleep My mind wanders back to another time Where the heartache must have happened To someone else, someone I never knew. I want to go back sometimes Maybe to right the wrongs Or do things differently. The memories still have power over me. I hate that I’m still reminded of you After so many years and wasted tears. I wish I could take them all back. It was my youth I allowed stolen. I gave you myself because I loved you. I managed to survive the pain of loss, But then you came back And almost destroyed what was left…
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Daddy’s Guitar
Daddy’s Guitar, Descriptive Essay for Comp. I, 9-17-99 One of the fondest memories from my childhood happened at my Meema’s house. My cousin Clint and I would crawl under Meema’s bed to pull out the treasures she had beneath it. The best treasure belonged to me, but was not really in my possession until I got older. Out of all the dust-covered items under her bed, my favorite was my late father’s guitar. The hard plastic handle of the torn, faded black guitar case felt grainy in my hands. As I pulled the case to where I could open it, the dust stirred, causing me to sneeze and cough. Smells of cedar…
