After the Storm

"You should write about it" they say.
"You should go back to normal." they say.
"You're lucky." they say.

What is normal, when you are still sifting through the mire?
What is lucky, when you are the filtration for information and no one will listen.
It's like that dream,
where you're opening your mouth to scream
and nothing comes out.

I just want to be able to sleep again.
Being awake is so exhausting.