(If you are reading this poem in The Reader, please click on the title “The Edge” above to go to my page to read it as the Reader cancels out the line spacing and this is a shape poem. )
of my life,
I have railed against sleep,
not knowing how long
the journey between them
I rebelled against naps,
craving the daylight adventures
lost to them.
I fight off sleep in the wee hours,
hoping to gain a little bit more time
in a life whose furthest rim I am approaching.
I needed my naps more than the other girls,
my mother always professed,
not knowing all the long nights I stayed awake even then,
trying to win back the time lost to them.