National Poetry Month: Maya Angelou

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Today I've chosen a poem that speaks to me. It's short but meaningful. I've not slept well for months. This is how I feel, as if sleep taunts me while I struggle to catch it. I can't remember the last day I felt truly rested.

Insomniac 

by Maya Angelou

 There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.