Sting

My eyes sting.  I am too tired to sleep.  I wonder how many people know what it feels like to wrestle with rest.  Probably more than I imagine.  I wonder if I can offer up my fatigue in exchange for someone else to find respite.  Is this the way the world works, God?   Either way I can’t sleep.  I was just hoping to find a way that my weariness could benefit someone else.  I am desperate to find a piece of good.