Over she turned unable to sleep
into her body that pain did creep
Ready to grip the energy drain
and begin the cycle once again.

Up next morning tired and worn
Meets the day, smile not scorn
For even in her darkest hour
She reached into her inner power.

Bloodshot eyes a muddled brain
Showing signs of stress and strain
Looks to the future with faith and drive
With eternal hope that she’ll survive.

J. Poet 7. ( @wordverse.me )