Recovering

Pushing and pulling.
Slamming from the inside,
"Please let us out!"
My body cries as I am drifting away,
Going, going, falling, falling, away, away.

My mind wants to race my heart.
Who will get to the finish line first?
My tongue will out-talk them all.

I have no control as of now.
My body wants to rest.
The rest of them want to wonder.

I drift away, O I drift away.
My mind leaves them all in dust,
In the dark he goes and smokes,
Puffs away his long day.

My heart goes and takes a bath,
She needed to soak away her ache.
My tongue finds a way to speak to the midnight owl,
She wants to spread the words of yesterday.

Just before the morning light,
All gather together and say goodnight.
They had a long night,
But well recovered to face the world tomorrow.
-Serena Theberge