I have no words.
I feel imprisoned within four walls that don’t belong to me.
Lost in a familiar setting, missing the comforts of home.
Thankful for the roof over my head, but a stranger in these confines.
Going through the motions, watching the clock.
Incessant thoughts running through my mind. Can’t sleep.
Life is out of my control.
Cracks in my resolve.
I am a creature of habit. I miss my routine.
I make the best of my dilemma. I rise above and adapt.
Fleeting moments of angst are replaced by gratitude.
Hope for resolution and restoration.
Longing for Mr. Sandman.
Maybe sleep will come tonight.