Lack of Sleep in a Time of War

In a time of war, sleep no longer comes as it once did...

It does not knock gently at the door, nor does it bring with it the comfort of yesterday.

It arrives frightened, hesitant, as though it too is searching for a safe place.

We lie down on our pillows, but our minds remain standing,

guarding us from the unknown, counting the sounds, watching the heavy silence.

Every heartbeat feels like an alarm, and every distant sound carries the possibility of danger.

We close our eyes... only to open the doors of anxiety.

We try to sleep... but our thoughts wake us a thousand times.

We long for a deep sleep, without fear, without waiting, without a sudden farewell.

In war, we do not fear only the night...

but the dreams as well, because we do not know whether they will be completed.

And yet...