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 isnβt 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 donβt 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.