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. <br />But just as I'm drifting off you walk up and yank away my cover. <br /> <br />You force me unwillingly into the world. <br />And I'm terrified. <br />But with you here with me, somehow everything will be okay.<br /><br />Morgan Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brrrr/
