I have never been able to sleep without a pillow;
I'm not exactly sure why.
Maybe it's because they're always there for you.
Who dried my tears when I fell asleep crying?
Who held me when I felt completely alone?
Who made me safe when I was scared of the dark?
Who held all my whispered prayers?
Accepted my strangeness, and didn't gawk?
Who kept my tooth safe under my pillow?
Awaiting a quarter that never came?
Who comforted me when I couldn't sleep?
Felt the broken and carried its weight?
Where did my cat lay every night?
If it wasn't right by my head?
A pillow is more to me than temporary.
It's permanent, instead.
YOU ARE READING
Not me. (2023)
Short Storyso, I've been struggling for a long time now, and I never told anyone about it. I've never opened up. but I met someone who understands how I feel, and I'm beginning to feel again. I don't know how to do it, but I finally feel I can fight. I've been...
