It swallows me whole
The soft fabric
The scent of flowers
It holds me
It holds my weight
My pain
My Tears
My laughs
My thoughts
It wraps around me
I'm stuck
It doesn't let go
It stays on me
Becoming a
second skin
It surrounds me
Crowds my lungs
Blocks my vision
It's hurting my future
But it's protecting my present
When it lets me go
I climb out
I'm met with cold air
I'm met with silence
No more laughs
It was protecting me
And I left
And I'm sorry
So I dive back in
Hoping it accepts my apology
And it does
wrapping its arms around me
Again
Home is where the heart is
Home more often than not is found in people, not objects
But I am at a point in my life where my bed is my safe place
My bed is my office, a protector of my heart
I sit in my bed to dream of meeting that one person, having that one pet where their presence alone feels like home. Sometimes society makes me rush it, mistaking my home for people and places that are temporary and only warm for a week. So I’ll wait. I’ll wait for the day I find my home in him but for now I’ll allow my bed to cuddle me as I wait.
About the Creator
Michelle LJ
Writing allows me to escape the tornado of scars and fears in my mind if only for a moment
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