Helen Cottee
2am
I couldn’t sleep last night.
Two am rolled around
Then three and four.
Until at five
I lolled from bed
And sank into coffee instead.
My eyelids sting
It’s either too early
Or too late
I’m not sure which.
I am tired.
And more than tired,
I am weary.
Tired is when your eyes
And mind and body
Are requesting sleep.
Weary is when your
Soul requests a pause.
Not for ever,
Just long enough
For you to take some
Deep breaths
And sit a while
And heal a little
And move past
The sadness and loneliness
That has taken up
Too much space
For too long.
I am tired
And I am weary
And so I sit with my steaming mug
Of freshly brewed coffee.
Because in this moment
That is all I can do.
And in this moment
That is all that is needed.
