It may seem a bit strange that this poem is about falling asleep because there is indicative in the text about the subject. Around seventh grade I was having a really hard time staying awake in class. Most kids say that, but this was different. I would fall asleep when people were talking to me, when I was talking, even once while I was standing up. This went on for about two and a half years until one day I feel asleep while driving and my mom decided it was time for me to see a doctor. We found a tiny malformation in my brain that sometimes disrupts my brainwaves. A sleep study showed that I do not enter REM sleep (the part of the sleep cycle where your brain actually rests) and probably hadn't for many years. Fortunately in the past few months I have been on a medication that regulates my sleep cycles. This poem reflects my struggle to stay awake, then the peace I found when I was finally able to sleep the right way.