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Wednesday, April 10, 2019
Comfort
Category: Poetry/LyricsThe storybooks kind of tell you that to get away from monsters you can just run or hide.
But I guess that’s always been a temporary fix, hasn’t it? Even for them?
It’s still out there, waiting for you to peek around the corner.
The difference is that in real life the monsters get bigger and uglier and scarier the longer
you hide
until you can no longer face it alone and you should’ve asked for help from the beginning and WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
please don’t reject me. I’m not the kind of problem that gets stronger when you run.
I’m shrinking
I’m sinking
and it’s cold down here.
I know the only way to save myself is to climb to struggle
to fight to breathe
to live
but it’s warm when I hold still and
I could just rest here, couldn’t I?
Just for a moment
that
stretches…
does anyone really feel time passing?
Without a tick or beep or call shout sting SHAME ON YOU
and you’d never know how big the monsters had grown if you just
sleep
and the cold
is warm
and comfort
is the feeling
of your life
slipping
away.