At night’s rest comes a sense of relief
You say to yourself that you made it through another day.
You’d let the chores take a back seat
You lay upon a pillow and prepare to sleep.
But what if you cannot
What if the things that you’ve suppressed thinking about all day come back to haunt you?
I’d dare wager that you would wish the day never to end.
That you want to re-live it over and over again.
That your chores would bring you much relief
That the pillow you lay on at night would capture your tears.