Pinky has a touch so soft that it calms my nerves,
It's a small blanket with smooth curves.
Crying, stressed, or unable to handle,
She somehow diminishes every scandal.
I run my fingers through her ruffles,
And in return, she stops my snuffles.
I smell and touch her chemicals,
Then suddenly everything isn’t so terrible.
What would I do without her?
I want to be with her forever.
Haley, I know my characteristics are healing,
And I love fixing how you are feeling.
Every emotion you feel is deep,
But it is time for you to leap.
It is getting to the time when I will leave,
So you can do what I know you can achieve.
Thoughts are hard to control,
But you need to do it yourself, get out of the hole.
You don’t need me, I believe in you,
Anything yourself you can get through.
This is a symbolic poem about the small baby blanket I've had all my life. Her name is Pinky. She calms my anxiety but I know I have to be strong to heal myself. So, the first part is me and the second part is Pinky's response.