Bed

A soft, warm bed
On a chilly winter morning.
I could lie here,
All day long,
Wrapped in the comfort
Of Nothingness.

The mattress pulls me in,
Holds me down.
Here I am safe,
From expectation, disappointment,
And mistakes that
I know I will make.

Do not ask me to leave,
Or suggest that I’ll feel better,
When I’m showered,
And dressed.
I will not. I will not.
I will not.

© Lisa Nimmo 22/05/2019

Lisa Nimmo is an author, poet and mum of two teenagers, based in Wellington New Zealand. To receive more poems like these direct to your inbox, enter your details here:

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