Sinking deep
down
trapped, and no matter how much I
struggle. Only further into the mess
I know I myself have created.
But the warmth, it calls to me.
envelopes me and wraps me in
a cocoon of promises.
I know, when I can still think
I can tell
I'm not going anywhere. Just sinking.
but the warmth
and support
and comfort -
although false -
feel so very good.
temporary at best
a mess for certain
Yet here I am.
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