sometimes, at night
when the rest of the house
is asleep
snugly tucked in
i sit on my bed
stare at the ceiling
and think my day through
i think of people i love
assholes i hate
it all gets filed
back into my memory
some of my best thinking
is done at night
no interruptions
no dishes, no laundry
no mom to bitch at you
that time is mine
and mine alone
i think of how lucky
and fortunate i am
i think of how worse
off it could be
i like this special time
it lets me see
that tomorrow's a new day
new possibilities, new hopes
no matter how bad life seems
that night, that day
there's always tomorrow
a fresh start
so i turn off my lights
and get into bed
anxiously awaiting sleep
awaiting that fresh start
that new chance to start over
as i drift into sleep
i smile and imagine
how wonderful tomorrow could be
it's all mine for the taking

-- sarah