Goodnight by Annyka Dela Cruz

I wake from the war
between my dreams and my realities.
Some nights I just want for
peace to win immediately.

Warm nights are when I get to hold you,
peaceful nights are when there is nothingness.
But the night I long for is the night when
finally, I am able to hold myself alone,
drown in an ocean of slumber; floating and unafraid
the bravest kind of night when I have grown
the courage to decline my own demons and save myself

Then maybe, by then, I can truly say goodnight.