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I wrote this in the middle of the night. I tried to fall asleep, but couldn’t because of racing thoughts. Words really, poetic words kept dancing around my head. Every time I turned on the light, they would dissipate. Until I finally gave up and wrote this entry instead. How many of you have experienced this very same thing?

Elusive thoughts,
racing words
screaming to get out…
of my head.
Scared by the light,
they retreat.
I lie down,
close my eyes, and they’re back…
racing ’round and ’round
pushing each other,
trying to come out of my head,
screaming to be heard.
But it’s no use,
each time
I turn on the light,
they scamper away,
at my ineptness to write in the dark.

~L. Mireles June 2004