Insomnia piece

 I was writing this late last night in the middle of my insomnia. I have bouts of insomnia at random. The sunrise was awesome this morning and winter hasn't yet tainted the greenery.


When you hear the sound
it lasts a minute and a life time.
It takes you to your past
and far into your future
It makes you relive the horrors
and all the calms
You're driven to face your fears
and challenge your beliefs
You are stronger
weaker
braver
and yet the same
It speaks of armies marching
of babies sleeping soundly
of summer days
beach sand between you toes
of winter
bringing jack frost
You know every second of your life
while you hear this sound
and it forces you to grow
and yet much like a child
laugh at nothing
The song of you soul
The essence of who you are
and yet very often
has nothing to do with you.
It's so foreign you wish
to hide it away
but so familiar you wish
to cling to it.
Part of you hopes
it will change in some places
And another
that it will never change at all.
Your darkness, light, compassion and cruelty
shame, pride, depression and joy
It's complicated, no orchestra could play it
and yet the most simple truth you have ever heard.