Prayers My Pillow Hears

I wonder how I’ll fall asleep
With all the secrets that I keep
Those fears collapsing in a heap
Wishing I could be a little
Stronger.

I wonder about all the sheep
Whose nightly job it is to leap
And if their families will weep
When they’re asked to work a little
Longer.

I wonder if I’m really deep
Or if my poetry is cheap.
For if the price of art is steep,
Then must I become a little
Wronger?

How can I ever fall asleep?
With all these secrets that I keep?
My fears collapsing in a heap
Knowing I could have been a little
Stronger