No Sleep
So much to do, my brain won't shut down.
I'm afraid. Of everything I have to do, and what is to come.
I'm afraid I won't do it right, that, once again, I will fail my mother. Although, in truth, she has failed me more than I her. Perhaps I feel I have failed her on a larger scale, that my sins against her are deeper and wider, pushing her to the edge of her grave and watching her fall. I couldn't save her. She didn't want to be saved.
Why?