Blanket

Comfort... It held me for so long.

I have to break away.

I owe it to myself.

Blanket.

Dear Comfort,

It’s time for me to put you away.

Thank you for never leaving me.

Thank you for holding me.

And making me feel like I was less alone.

I am sorry.

But you aren’t meant for me, anymore.

My arm is healed. I don’t need the cast anymore.

I can walk, again. These crutches need to go.

I have freed myself of the shame and guilt associated with you.

You sit in my iife now... Ready for me to engage.

But this chapter is over.

I am sorry but I know you want more for me.

And more importantly, I finally want more for me, too.

I finally believe I deserve more for me.

I’m still getting there.

And the comfort of your warm threads needs to be put away.

They have turned into prickly textured chains.

I need to walk away.

I want to walk away.

Thank you for the comfort.

It is time to venture into the unknown without you.

I love you but I finally love me more.

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