My Bed

Each time
I inhale
I should be
Filling myself
With hope
Instead of feeling
As though
A part of me
Is escaping
Blowing away
In the cold winds
Of the night
The rain has stopped
I wish it had stopped
Last night
So that I didn’t have to
Stand out in the rain
This afternoon
Freezing
All my thoughts
Racing to my bedroom
Diving under covers
The only place
Where I am warm
And safe
Is my bed