Sleepless Under Karma

Karma knocks hard at my door,
And sleep won’t visit me anymore;
I wake at night like a silent owl,
In darkness deep, my thoughts that howl.

The deeds I did were not all right,
I bow my head in honest sight;
I taste the fruit of seeds once sown,
And bear the weight of what I’ve grown.

Unsure which road my steps should take,
Each breath feels heavy when I wake;
Perhaps surrender is the way,
To fall at His feet and simply pray.

To close my eyes and seek His face,
To wash my heart in quiet grace;
No more wrong from these hands of mine
Let His light through my darkness shine.