Some nights she could not sleep and time
Was her enemy. It played tricks
On her. What seemed like hours
Was a few minutes on the clock.
The voice that whispered, You are worthless,
Worthless, worthless, kept rushing at her,
Like traffic on a highway, coming close,
Then receding, then approaching again,
Without let-up. It would be better
If you slipped quietly under the waves,
To be seen no more. Sleep
The sleep of the dead, never to wake.
You have had your moment in the sun,
You have tried and you have failed. Make
Peace with your enemies. Your time has come.