The morning sun wakes
up, I do too, a diagonal
slant covers me in a
sheet of gold light, I
lay beneath thin cotton
sheets with warmth
beating down through
the glass and I feel so
safe wrapped in blankets.
I slump down the stairs,
wooden stairs and dream
of the first sip of coffee
and I feel safe with the
steam from the kettle
warming my skin.
I walk to work, it’s cold
outside and I long to be
anywhere but here but the
leaves from the trees are
changing colour and it
makes me feel safe to
be right where I am.
After work I long for a
warm meal and a warmer
bath still to soak my
weary body and once I’m
there I feel so safe amidst
the bubbles, like no one
could possibly find me here.
I hear the rattle of his key in
the lock and I remember his
words and I remember his
voice and once again I am
wishing for something else.
I put on my pajamas, the soft
flannel feels nice against my
smooth skin, I feel safe.
In the kitchen he is eating and
he gets up when he sees me
and he reaches out his arms to
pull me close to him and I
flinch and pull away,
with him
I don’t feel safe at all.
