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These Nights Grow Darker

As a child,
when dark nights would scare me,
I'd crawl under the warm blankets
and hide my head
and feel safe.

But I'm not a child anymore
and the nights have grown darker
and warm blankets don't feel safe anymore.

Warm, soft blankets,
wet with tears
cover a terrified soul
yearning for comfort
and somehow in exhaustion
I drift off to sleep
And wake up the next day wondering
whether I'll have more darker nights
to cover for.

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