a warm embrace

Like a warm embrace

with the scent of home

it will be there for you

in your own little zone.

Nothing will ever bring more comfort

than the bed I get to call mine,

a place where I can sleep,

relax, feel pleasure, or even cry.

Where safety meets solace,

and solace meets warmth,

I know I will not be judged

as my emotions begin to morph.

My bed, full of blankets and pillows

and soft toys alike,

holds me while I sleep or even weep –

sometimes a pitiful sight.

She will keep my secrets,

She will keep me comfortable.

She will keep me safe

as I lay there, vulnerable.

She will help bat away my demons,

as I curl into myself and cry.

She will lull me to sleep,

amidst all my "what if"s and "why"s.

And although I know it is merely a bed,

of all the things people overlook –

I thank you, my dear bed, for all the times

that you have held me while I shook.