Underneath

 

There's something underneath my bed

it grabs my hands

and quiets me.

My heart picks up a beat,

it strokes my wrist

tells me it's waiting.

I look towards the light,

makes me wonder what it's waiting for,

my heart slows.

Tells me that there's something better,

something for me,

something to look forward to.

I let it know

that I'm not afraid,

tell it to take me, it's time to let go.

Hands so softly,

pull me under

hands so softly,

pull me to safety.

 

Author's Note

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