The Night Won't Let Me Sleep

It starts with silence.

But silence isn’t always peaceful—sometimes it’s deafening.

My brain won’t turn off.

No matter how exhausted my body feels, my mind races.

Worries like wild horses, stampeding through every thought.

I beg for rest, but the monsters come out to play.

They wear familiar faces.

The ones from my past.

The ones from my future.

They shout doubts, replay old conversations, and echo fears I thought I buried.

Please go away.

I whisper it like a prayer to the darkness.

I just need to sleep.

I’m not asking for much.

Just a few hours where the weight lifts off my chest,

where my heart slows down,

where my soul finds quiet.

Insomnia isn’t just sleeplessness.

It’s a war waged in the quiet of the night.

A thousand invisible battles,

and a desperate wish for peace.

If you’re there too—in the 1 a.m. stillness—

you’re not alone.

There’s nothing wrong with you.

You’re just human,

trying to rest

in a world that doesn’t know how to stop.

Tonight, I’ll try again.

One breath at a time.

One gentle thought.

One whispered hope:

May sleep find me. May peace stay a little longer this time.