Some nights

Some nights are a struggle,
Sleep calls but your body won't listen,
Some nights you grow restless,
And peace can be found but you don't want to search.
Some nights, you need that unrest,
Those sleepless moments
They let you feel what you otherwise sleep off.
And there's pain rushing through your soul
Because it is awake at the hour of truth,
When mind body and soul sync in time
And when each must confess to one another.
Where masks are taken off and walls are brought down,
And three become one.
And yet you feel like you've been shattered into a million pieces.
The night grows colder and the one thing that can keep you warm seems too far away;
Almost kept away,
Just so that you have this moment of settlement,
This intervention,
this state of feeling everything that you tried your best not to.
Some nights are not like every other night.
Some nights just break you.
So that the dawn can re-make you.