sketches of a bipolar girl: On the Cusp of Sleep

I lay my head down on my pillow,
Waiting for sleep to seep into my bones.
I'm thinking of a simpler time, up to knees in mud.
I couldn't wait to grow up back then, no one to tell me what to do.
But now I am that grown up, wishing I had someone to tell me what to do.
Life is strange and very hard to navigate when you are alone.
I've gotten lost a lot of times, but I keep moving.
When you stand still too long, you get stuck.
More often than not, it's not the best place.
Right now though, it's not too bad.
I will take off my shoes and take a hot shower.
Hopefully, I will dream of some place pretty.
Maybe I will be allowed to visit across the rainbow bridge and get doggie kisses as they tell me of their new lives and new friends they've made. I will think about it as I close my eyes and lay my head down. B.