COMFORT OBJECT

It’s cold and black and dark,
Fear’s looming at every window,
Preparing to leap out and catch me,
Terrified, I frantically grope around for light,
Then my hand grasps my treasure,
Instantly, shining memories fill me with hope,
As I stroke the rough texture of it’s star-like body,
I remember the glimmering place of where my parents had their honeymoon,
Where it came from,
The ocean.
A rock.
It’s as beautiful as a sun-kissed sea,
As fragile as a withered-up leaf,
So, though fear’s at every window,
I sleep peacefully,
For my special object is my warrior,
Warding murky thoughts away from me,
And in my heart I know,
It is a part of me.
STARFISH