While She Sleeps

She sleeps,
and lets go,
no more aching arches,
no more tingling nerves,
no more tight shoulders,
the sleep soothes her,
moves her forward,
she loosens up,
a metaphysical massage,
her mind has found the mirage,
where she can escape the barrage,
she sleeps,
with each exhale,
there is a sigh of relief,
a sign of belief,
in her own abilities,
in her grown capabilities,
in her emotional agility,
she has no humility,
and knows no futility,
anything is possible,
when she sleeps.

She sleeps,
She sleeps,
and while she sleeps,
there is release.

she sleeps,
and puts down the boulder,
at last,
alas,
she does not have to be atlas,
she does not have to carry the burden,
she does not have to be everything to everyone,
she can be herself,
for herself.
she can simply,
be.

while she sleeps,
she is not her worst critic,
but her best friend,
her biggest fan,
her personal paparatzi,
she sees all that she is,
she appreciates her successes,
acknowledges her beauty,
recognizes her intelligence,
knows her power,
pictures her potential,
is sure she is far more than simple,
she is in love with herself,
while she sleeps.

her arms return to her body,
2 arms that are often pulled,
in more than 2 directions,
by more than 2 people,
her arms are free to return,
like a orchids leaves,
constantly reaching for sunlight,
her arms are free,
to wrap themselves around her,
embrace her,
nurture her,
console her,

when she sleeps,
she can let her hair down,
smile instead of frown,
become deaf to the noises all around,
the sirens,
the screams,
the cries,
the lies,
deaf to the sounds of the town,

while she sleeps,
superwoman can finally take her cape off,
she does not have to save the day,
not tonight at least,
she can brush her proverbial shoulders off,
and she can relax,
unwind the spools of her spirit,
that were spun,
as soon as the last day begun,
spools of her soul,
that make threads that keep the fabric whole,
spools of her essence,
that manifest her message,
spools that are wound tighter than her clinched teeth,
she can relax,
when she sleeps,
and breathe,
she can breathe,
breathe.
she does not even need to dream,
right now,
she only is required to rest,
focus on breath,
the rising and falling of her chest,
while she sleeps.
there is no stress.

She sleeps,
She sleeps,
and while she sleeps,
there is release.
She sleeps,
and when she sleeps,
no one weeps.

she lays,
and she levitates,
floats,
on clouds,
she coasts,
harmonizing,
with heavenly bodies,
hitting high notes,
she has nothing,
but high hopes,
a lost angel,
en los angeles,
drifting home,
after looking out for others,
she can look out for herself
look to the skies,
she brushes the heavens,
while she sleeps,
and there is nothing,
she cannot reach.

She sleeps,
She sleeps,
and while she sleeps,
there is release.
She sleeps,
and when she sleeps,
no one weeps,
because while she sleeps,
there is peace.

she sleeps,
because there is always another day,
another battle,
another injustice,
another war,
another student,
another need,
another task,
another challenge,
there is always another day,
and she needs to be ready,
tomorrow she has to be ready,
but for now,
for tonight,
she sleeps.