Part of my compulsive creativity stems from insomnia. Unfortunately - or fortunately - depending on how you look at it, it's been a problem since early childhood. I won't take sleeping pills; that's one step down a slippery slope. I do relaxation, meditation, breathing exercises, on bad nights try to keep from mulling over the problems of the previous day, and often recap memories, create stories, recipes or poems, plan paintings, gardens or carpentry projects or whatever comes to mind.
Last night after less than three hours sleep, I woke up suddenly, and a couple of hours later got up for a cup of ginger tea and a computer game or three while listening to music. I had just downloaded some Aaron Neville including his piece "A Change is Gonna Come", which I accidentally enqueued three times in Winamp. Going back to bed for a couple more insomniac hours, I composed the following poem with a surprise ending, inspired by Neville's song.
Defenseless, unknowing, soft bundle of need,
Voraciously taking up all in your way,
Questions and struggle, disillusioned of life;
Cornered by circumstance, trapped in your skin,
Life has its stages, and there is a goal
Cold winds will buffet as winter storms rage,
Enjoy the good times, survive the bad,
Your effort is ending, you know not when,
Go forward; press onward! You have control
Copyrightę Bess W. Metcalf 06/04/02