Solace.


. . .

Let me find you,
in the solace of my room,
the darkened blankets no more warmth,
I need your comfort as I cry,
I need you in my arms tightly,
when I weep bitter tears,
and scream endless fear.

I need you to be here when I need you dearly,
I want you close to me so I don't lose myself,
and when I grow a little in height,
and when my mind sheds my past,
I feel the need to lose you,
because there is no use for you no more,
tears I have wiped away,
and my fears have slowly faded,
I must utter a good bye,
and a thank you for your solace.

. . .

fin.


Author Notes: It's about growing up and a teddy bear.