Here’s another one
Sleepless nights
She can’t get warm
She’s feeling cold
In piles of blankets
Covered head to toe
Wearing black lace and a white tank
Mango oil on worn out legs
She should be sleeping
But she isn’t
Those that know her
Understand she’s fighting
Demons from the past
With all the strength she has
She dreams of a fight she lost long ago
But this time
She whispers
Though no one can hear
“I will win”
“I will win”
“I will win”
Until finally
In her dream
She stands
Wide awake
Covered with everything
But shame
And she knows
She did whatever it took
So she could win
Jeanna’ Mead
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