I see you staring at them,

those bags under my eyes.

It may look like it was from not sleeping for one night.

Little do you know,

those bags tell a story.

Of a twenty-seven year old woman,

who has aged so much in the last five years.

A woman who has experienced so much loss,

that sleep is non-existent anymore.

A woman who prays that someday,

sleep will come back.

A woman that closes her eyes each night,

says her prayers and counts her blessings,

and if she happens to get into that deep REM sleep,

she is only to be woken up from a terrible nightmare.

The ones that she wishes upon no one.

A woman who wishes that one night,

she just might be able to see her babies again.

So many people have told her,

that angels can speak to you when you are asleep.

She just keeps waiting and hoping for that day to be true.

Just to get to see them one more time,

growing, laughing, and playing,

and knowing that they are right where they need to be.

Those bags under my eyes may never go away,

but know that I am okay with that.

Sleep will come back one day,

it may happen sooner, or it may happen later.

©2015 Sheridan Johnson @Journey with the Johnsons. All Rights Reserved.

14 thoughts on “Sleep

  1. Your words leave me feeling your deep loss – as well crafted words should. Well written poem – I’m sorry for the pain you have gone through to give you the perspective to write so beautifully.

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  2. I felt your sadness reading this. I suppose that’s what poetry does, it lets us experience someone else’s emotions. Powerful, heartbreaking stuff!


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