She Sleeps

She sleeps, but fitfully;
So rest remains a distant goal,
Refreshment an unreachable ideal,
For pain invades her soul.

She sleeps, but restlessly;
For calmness seems a far off state.
As spasm tensions rack the tired frame
Shall it capitulate?

She sleeps, now peacefully;
The rest, long sought, is now her own.
Now never shall she know those agonies;
For grace gave rest now known.

© Tom Chapman 2010