Friday, May 15, 2026

Confront it (a #poem)

The blanket serves
as a symbol
for the weight of the world.

It's heavy.

But it's also an armor,
protecting
against ghosts from the past
and everyday jabs at one's self

Staying in bed feels safe
until you realise the blanket
consists of feathers in a bag,
you feel the world get lighter,
get out and confront it



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