At night
I lie in the middle of my bed
below the covers
surrounded by pillows
I feel safe
The moonlight reflects off of
the snow
and streams
through my window
onto the bed and onto
the covers
which are so heavy
atop me
The doors are locked
downstairs
I feel safe
Safe from demands
Safe from derisiveness
Safe from outsiders
Safe
because the only
eyes upon me
are the watchful eyes
of God.
“I am I because my little dog knows me.” – G. Stein
Thats a great poem! Did you write that??
Yeah…that’s mine. 🙂
I think the poem was really good.