Coocoon

biting wind
temps freezing
cold hands
rub them together
try to stay warm
stamp my feet
throw my rubbish out
and then
run inside
back into my sanctuary
my safe space
my beloved home
wind biting out there
but I
am warm in my coocoon

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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