Space that needs to be filled
Running and frantic thoughts
Silence is the calm before the storm
Terrible and foreboding
A time to prepare for what’s to come
Never a safe place to exist
It’s the space I avoid
So I don’t experience my suffering
But at night it always comes
The parts I’ve shut off come alive
Almost like a safety blanket
A place I learned to hide
Never show the pain in the light of day
So they never see your weakness
Be quiet while you sob
Let your inner voice consume you
At least in the dark
No one but you, can see you
No one can tell you how to feel
Or ridicule you for hurting
It’s the place you learned to let go
But now you’ve lost control
-K.M.


Safety Blanket
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