No more lullaby,

the night hums a quiet tune—

age steals its sweet song.

peering through half closed lids
as noises fade away
it's only morning, just begun
don't know how I'll get through today

I swear the word is broken
that time moves much too slow
the only thing that's good right now
is that sparkling, diamond snow

I feel as though I'm failing
can't keep myself awake
and as I sit and hear the teacher talk
I feel my façade break

so maybe I'll just give in
and let my heavy head fall
slipping through unconsciousness
and becoming blissfully unaware of it all

finger-painting walls,
soft whispers guard fragile light,
hope flickers within.

brushstrokes of my trust,
boundaries bloom like wild fields,
strength begins to grow.

abstract shadows fade,
in colors, I find my voice,
the self stands aglow.