I can feel the blanket covering me…
it affects everything I hear…
everything I say…
everything I see.
The blanket makes it hard
for me to enjoy life…
hard for me to care…
hard to do the simplest things.
There are times I feel that
I will be able to get out
from under the blanket,
but then I realize there
are times I don’t want to.
Somedays it’s too hard
to go on…
to enjoy life…
to care.
Those days I pull
my blanket over my head
and let the tears flow.
This is one of those days.
Copyright, 2003 – 2006. Amy Osborn
