I let her sleep because I know .. 

when she’s awake her thoughts are a minefield 

Speckled with all the moments that make her heart explode with sadness 

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When she is caught dreaming 

I let her enjoy those minutes

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Because I know that the second she is awake 

She is bombarded with a laundry list that she alone has made urgent

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I let her sleep because for a few short breaths

Her brows are unfurled 

Her face, peaceful 

And as soon as that is interrupted 

The worry and anxiety creep in 

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Every “what if” is a scenario that has happened

All possibilities become fact 

Intervened by the rational parts of her mind 

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Her psyche 

A sword fight 

With no real winner 

While she sits in the audience preparing for which 

Long lost friend she will have to have to put to rest first 

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Her body 

Ready to fight 

Her legs ready for flight 

Adrenaline coursing through her veins 

To save her from the unknown monster 

She’s struggling with that day 

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You see… 

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I let her sleep because I love her 

I let her sleep because there is only so much I can do to save her 

There is only so much I can do to protect her 

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And when I see her peaceful,

Even for just a moment,

I could never take that from her

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