bedtime

Tired, my eyes

Hang lower,

As my body tries

To sleep. I pray to

A God I’m unsure of

And hope I’m his

To keep. I ask for

A new day dawning

And for things to stay

The same. I ask for this

Shady awning, to blanket

My fear of change.

Familiarity breeds contempt, but

It also blunts the sword, that stops

Me moving forward, from severing

The safety chord. 

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