Waiting Poem by Violet Eztli

I will sleep some more.
When I sleep, time speeds up
And I've been waiting
for Something pleasant to come to me
eventually

Something not like days past
Something not like the illness and the symptoms
They do a dance in my chest
and between them, a conception occurs
And he birthed babe is named none other than heartache
So let me sleep until something lovely comes my way.
Let me sleep through the bitter cries
of the babe that won't grow up