I despise it when I go to lay down nice and comfortable and there's no sleep to be found. Last night was one of those nights. I was comfortable and I was highly tired but it didn't seem to matter how comfortable I was, how tired I was. Sleep was nowhere to be found.

Most nights it's because of the two mental illnesses I have. Last night I am sure that it was one of them that was the culprit.

Although I hated not being able to sleep and I can really feel this morning, I am glad it came to me. I next to always get great writing ideas when this happens to me. A few new poems enter my mind, words of wisdom, and sometimes even a wonderful idea for a fiction story. Last night I came up with a good poem that I hope I will show in my next book of poems.

Atarah L. Poling