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It only took one year To get over the fear Of being alone It was gradual The way you train animals At first, I couldn’t stand the silence In my room, the darkness came Like a blanket Of velvet I would gasp for air Shaken with the thought of my own mortality My hands reached for safety But in that room, All that remained Was me Not your smell Or the weight of your body on the mattress Or my memories I can’t pin point when it happened I can’t definitively say when I lost the fear Because I don’t think you ever truly lose fear Fear shifts to other things Before I would notice my breath Alone and fear these moments with myself But each night As I grew tired of reaching for a shadow My eyes began to grow heavy And my breath would steady My body would stretch across the bed Letting go of any boundaries one would have No longer worried of disturbing another This bed was mine This room was mine This life was mine And instead of waking with fear of my solace I began to fear if I would ever trust anything more than the freedom of being alone.
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
One year
It only took one year To get over the fear Of being alone It was gradual The way you train animals At first, I couldn’t stand the silence In my room, the darkness came Like a blanket Of velvet I would gasp for air Shaken with the thought of my own mortality My hands reached for safety But in that room, All that remained Was me Not your smell Or the weight of your body on the mattress Or my memories I can’t pin point when it happened I can’t definitively say when I lost the fear Because I don’t think you ever truly lose fear Fear shifts to other things Before I would notice my breath Alone and fear these moments with myself But each night As I grew tired of reaching for a shadow My eyes began to grow heavy And my breath would steady My body would stretch across the bed Letting go of any boundaries one would have No longer worried of disturbing another This bed was mine This room was mine This life was mine And instead of waking with fear of my solace I began to fear if I would ever trust anything more than the freedom of being alone.
Late night thoughts
elisa-holly
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
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