TW – discusses concepts of depression
Sometimes the duvet comes over,
Telling you that it is warm inside.
That it is the only safe place.
That the world outside is too cold and hard for you to bear.
Sometimes the duvet comes over,
And it embraces you and suffocates you.
It is the only thing you can feel,
Can hear, can see, can smell.
Sometimes the duvet comes over,
Smothering everything from outside.
Muffling words from others,
Muffling kindness, joy, inspiration and motivation.
Sometimes the duvet comes over,
And it needs to be felt and hear and seen.
Sometimes it needs to be snuggled and held,
Sometimes it needs to be accepted and heard.
Sometimes the duvet comes over,
And it is understood.
Its arrival can be foretold,
Signs of our own behaviour tell us the duvet may be arriving soon.
And it makes the duvet easier to accept, to lie with and to fold away in the cupboard when its season is done, and the time is right.
Sometimes the duvet just comes over.
