I wrap my face up
Snuggly and tight
The pressure makes me forget a little.
Not enough, but anything is something.
The veil lifts as the sunsets
And I find comfort in faded shadows,
But as the sun disappears I become a child again.
That fear isn’t of the dark, I can’t place the discomfort.
Might it be a splinter, a bruise? I’ll keep trying to figure it out