I Remember Sleepless Nights

I remember losing many nights of sleep. I’d lay
in my bed, incapable of relaxing, I just knew
the incoming nightmare would begin when
the lights switched off; the devils showed up to
represent their leader. Meanwhile, my mental health
suffered mercilessly words spoken so boldly
by their razor-sharp tongues

Grown folks gathered at the kitchen table
next to the bedroom, and they talked about me
like I was less than a dog, my self-worth destroyed
the tears flowed for hours, pillow soaked.
That kitchen light stayed on into the wee hours
of the night, I don’t remember falling asleep

Buried past
God is unraveling me
for a greater purpose