I try to hide behind the cloak of my own shortcomings, telling myself they inhibit my function. I pull close the blankets of ease and comfort and try to sleep.
But just as I'm drifting off you walk up and yank away my cover.
You force me unwillingly into the world.
And I'm terrified.
But with you here with me, somehow everything will be okay.
Morgan Thompson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brrrr/
