From the comfort of solace, I once dreaded Under the warmth akin to Mother’s womb Where peeking out submits to the shivers As frigid air bites at my skin My feet fear the season’s floor Taunting the neck of traveling goosebumps The Sun has yet to peak and spread her light I yearn to crawl back under yards of soothing fabric Stitched together so ceremoniously Time stood still as memories Filled the room with the striving laborious Struggle to stay alive while the needle ****** With every stitch and threads break As loss of love seeks the safe journey home