When I wake up suddenly in the middle of the night, often it is with anxiety, sometimes it is with ideas.  Last night it was with both, and here’s what came out and I managed to write down in the liminal hours of darkness, in so doing, experiencing a self-soothing property of creative release:

 

This is you in all your glory
Your heart stripped bare
Your wild longings unrequited
The secrets of you ready to be told
Will you listen to yourself as you have countless others?
Will you take her hand and guide her to a place safe enough to remove the veil?
I’ll meet you there

© Stephanie Stolorow