Safety Blanket
It's never too far from my reach
I can only hope that I can find satisfaction from the material because that acquiescence is within my power.
Our impetus is predictable and our defaults even more so.
To compartmentalize a person is to dehumanize because humans are complex. We are not constructed to be one or the other. The moment I feel like I am not being seen in full, I leave instantly.
Every night before bed, I contemplate, "Do I need an extra blanket?"
I tell myself "no", but then I always wake up in the middle of the night with shivers.
I try to warm myself with the lightweight blanket I always think will be sufficient for me.
It's futile - I leave the safety of my bed, for the cold fore brooding hallways and the living room space.
As soon as I see where my blanket is, I grasp it decisively.
I scurry back to my bed and then- only then
am I content.
About the Creator
Samantha Corral
I am currently a sophomore at Florida Gulf Coast University. Writing poems is one the many art forms I use to express my myself and my creativity.
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