She's got it right...

The Center of Night's Sleep
by Vivien Birdseye

In the center of night's deep blackness
And before the dawn of day
Too much awake for sleeping
And too much asleep to pray

I draw my knees up to me
And long for earth's dark womb
Too wretched for Heaven's salvation
Not wicked enough for doom.




my great-grandmother's poem describes exactly how i'm feeling right now and these past few days.