Before I fall asleep.
I feel a sense of fear
- irrational fear,
one that cannot be qualified.
I murmur Psalm 121 to myself.
It helps. The Lord will watch over
your coming and going both
now and forevermore.
I am now on a new cycle of meds.
Will I sleep eventually? I hope.
Else I will need a drink to cope.
For now, chasing trepidation then.
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