Tales of the Sleepless
3 min readNov 11, 2023
Hey doctor,
I haven't been sleeping,
nights stretch long,
the edge of a breakdown near?
Her love's radiance,
a blinding light of hope,
my hands, steadfast,
in the gentle grasp of our son.
Melodies echo life,
lyrics mirroring souls,
we live but once,
perhaps, granted a second chance.
In her gaze, a cosmos,
where stars find harmony,
in the vast cradle of care,
they shimmer and dance.
His laughter, a melody
of simpler, purer truths,
knitting together
dreams once thought lost.
Hey doctor,
in the midst of all this chaos,
there's a symphony playing,
a tune of resilience, of enduring.
Life has become a tapestry,
crafted from fragments,
shining in love's relentless light,
heralding each new dawn.
Each sunrise, a silent vow,
whispered by the daybreak,
healing flows rhythmically,
in the heartbeat of our days.
Her strength, a lighthouse,
through tempests and tranquility,
in her arms, fears dissolve,
a sanctuary found.
His eyes, bright with futures,
paint stories yet untold,
each giggle, a reminder,
of timeless, unfading joy.
Hey doctor,
this life, it's like a dance,
pain and love entwined,
in a delicate, yet enduring balance.
Beneath each scar lies a story,
tales of battles, of triumphs hard-won,
each line on our faces, a testament
to our journey, to our continued march.
In their presence, there's healing,
a soothing balm for a weary soul,
within this circle of arms,
we find a world, complete and whole
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