Awake

No matter how good the day has been, self-doubt, anxiety, and fear sometimes visit at 3:30 am and take me prisoner.

Rob me of my sleep and make the coming day grueling.

My heart pounds, my mind cracks open, I spiral in sleeplessness.

Cowboy Junkies and Ambien, please help.

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