Safety,
Is all I want.
Four white walls,
Warm light,
A locked door,
I don't want to see the world outside the walls,
It beckons,
It won't fool me with soft snow and tiny birds,
With spring flowers and viridescent shrubbery,
Because under the facade,
There's earthquakes and tornadoes,
Bright light that burns my retinas,
Grabbing hands that will pull and pull,
Pull until I unravel,
I stay inside,
Letting my skin pale and the warm faces that worry about my absence fade from existence,
Because all that exists is the four walls,
The four walls that protect me,
I pray,
I pray and I pray,
That if I stay long enough I'll vanish,
That my memory will be consigned to oblivion.
But the world beckons,
From my window,
Tree limbs and cerulean skies call me,
Smiling faces and open arms,
Sunlight reaches for my hand,
Frigid, my body retracts,
But still she beckons.
Accept and I leave my sanctuary,
Deny and I rot and whither behind the four alabaster walls,
Accept and lose stability,
Submit to the whims and wonders life,
Risk coming undone,
Could I bear it again?
Deny and lose hope,
Damn myself to a life of self pity,
Never overcome my defeat,
Never start anew,
She waits, amber fingers outstretched.
Palm pressed to palm,
We intertwine.
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कविताhi, my name is anneliese and I write to deal with some of my life issues such as trauma from abuse, depression, anxiety, etcetera. writing has helped me heal and I'm not very good at it but it's a valuable coping skill for me. if you like this pleas...
