in my age
i just learned
how good it
feels to wake
up in my
bed so warm
and soft and
inviting some say
it would feel
like the hug
of a mother
but in my
age this is
all i have
created by my
own unsure hand
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words less spoken 
My bed is truly my sanctuary. Sounds like yours may be too.
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Yes I just realized that it no longer means scary things xo
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Wrapped in a security blanket.
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Yes life is shifting xo
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I find mine somewhat bittersweet at times, especially during the quiet cold nights of August and raindrops patter against the window glaze to remind me that it still rains.
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I’ve just recently acknowledged mine. For many years even after sobriety and recovery I was just another thing on the bed. Now that I’m beginning to like myself I’ve realized that the bed can be a good place. Thanks for reading Poet 🙂
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YW and my pleasure.
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fuck my dad
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Hmm … does he scream alot?
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he’s a drunken narcissistic mexican folk-entomologist hailing from mexico city. he’s an insect to me.
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We dont need poison in our lives 👍👍
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Bed is such a freighted word. I’m glad that you are now able to view it as a place of security and comfort. By the way, thank you for taking the time to view my posts, you must have been really bored or really comfortable nestled in your new found friend. 🙂
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The later for sure! Thank you friend 👍👍
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