Before you close your eyes,
set down the conversations you keep replaying.
Lay tomorrow’s worries beside your shoes.
They will still be there when morning comes.
You were never meant to carry every broken promise, every unanswered question, every impossible expectation through the night.
Even the strongest trees release their leaves.
Even the moon lets darkness borrow its light.
So loosen your grip.
The world does not ask you to stay awake guarding every fear.
There is courage in unfinished things.
There is wisdom in saying,
“Not tonight.”
Leave the heavy thoughts at the edge of your bed.
Let sleep gather them gently, one by one,
until all that remains
is the quiet rhythm of your breathing,
and the soft reminder
that rest is not something you have to earn.
It is something you deserve.
Between Bruises and Blooms 
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