Shadowed Comforts
In the dark, in the quiet, depression lessens.
Turbulent.
Quaking, shaking, thoughts breaking apart.
It is silent, empty, broken apart.
Do you not hear it?
Unraveling.
There is a monster in my head, lurking.
It is hateful, angry, and well fed.
It's always there.
Reaching.
Keys on a board, ink on a page.
A feeling lost in translation.
The meaning, lost.
Searching.
A book on a shelf unopened.
Untold stories unfolding.
Escaping within.
Grasping.
Worlds of magic and fantasy sprawling outward.
The ends are shallow, the depths immense.
I am lost, frightened, enchanted.
Finding.
The heavy comforter on my bed weighs heavily on my thoughts.
The sheathed claw of my cat's paw tucked beneath my chin.
It quells the thoughts as surely as it turns the tide.
Comfort.
Steady pressure of a blanket warm soothes me.
The rumbling purr of my cat is always near.
Words and worlds consume me.
A friend within is dear.
My mind open.
About the Creator
Brittany Miller
As a writer who loves the fantastical and unnatural, Brittany enjoys writing fictional stories that fall into the fantasy and horror genres.
Find her here: https://www.facebook.com/thechaosarchivist
Or here: brittanicolemiller.wordpress.com
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Comments (7)
Really cool format! I liked this a lot
Wow, your poem brought me from chaotic to calm. From catastrophe to comfort. This was a much needed poem. Thank you so much for this beauty!
We all can relate to this - love your poem.
Wow, I loved how you took us through the ugly to get to the calm. I hope you're at the calm and comforting stage now :) Beautiful poetry.
This is so well done. I could feel the transition to calm as I was reading. Very, very good.
This is fantastic. Easily one of my favourite reads of the challenge so far. You write so beautifully and with such raw and genuine emotion.
Asesome!!👏😊💖💕