Wrap me in a blanket of love.
Brush my hair with soft comfort.
The cold pain is threatening.
Tuck me into a bed of strength
And whisper sweet stories of confidence.
The insecurities are slipping in.
Look under the bed.
Check the closet.
Turn on the nightlight and
Assure me
I am not the one to blame.
YOU ARE READING
2 A.M.
PoetryWelcome to the mind of an eternal youth. Look closely and you may find yourself. A collection of poems and words that, were it not for this, may never be heard.
