My PillowA Poem by Shayna JoyceFree verse~ Busy enough to avoid my inner dialogue that murmur in-between my ears shoving in any thought not belonging to me never slowing down, never ending up alone My company leaves to greet their pillows leaving me to the silence leaving me to think, think, think these thoughts are no friends of mine This container brings me comfort and what’s inside brings me peace one, two, three, four the more I take, the easier I breathe Now the pillow is my friend he pulls me away from the hush avoiding the mascara stains I’ll be happy this way this pillow will keep me safe © 2014 Shayna JoyceAuthor's Note
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