I wear my weight
like a security blanket
wrap myself snugly in its folds
allowing it to conceal me from the world at large
so focused on the fabric's aesthetics
uncovering what lies beneath is unfathomable.
I wear my weight
like a security blanket
loose myself in the mounds and valleys
hoping it might protect me from the world that surrounds
so scared the concealed material
will be found wanting (/unwanted).
I wear my weight
like a security blanket
encasing myself and fears in its ample contours
believing it will shield me from facing the world as me
so certain the fears buried within these fibers
speak a truth I don't know how to contend with.
4 comments:
so much honesty in that last stanza...it bears the weight for me...how we find security in that weight...when there is freedom without it...but create our truth to meet our situation...
I like the refraining lines, it speaks of deadly weight of fears we often can't face or accept yet ~
Emotionally deep & honest ~
....I think our goal is to a waken the spirit and give it freedom to connect..fear is not always a negative, can be a strength.
An intense and honest poem here, RMP.
I think we all choose our security blankets....or they choose us. Sometimes we manage to hide ourselves from the truth for a while....maybe sometimes it is necessary for a while.
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