It’s almost 2 in the morning and my eyes are burning from keeping them open too long. I didn’t sleep much last night either. I have this frustrating urge to keep fighting, to push a little longer. I don’t think I’ve ever posted a poem this late, or early, depending on how you see it, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to get these words out. I needed to try. I just need to keep trying.
Good night now,
–Leanne Rebecca
She's in Prison 
Looks like the late night paid off because it is an excellent piece.
Thank you!
You are trying and you are doing. Be proud of even that.
What is your big struggle?
Struggles of the heart. Thank you!
Worpress needs to offer something beyond “like”. Perhaps “love” would work…
Oh wow thank you!