Security
Since that day, I find ways to cope,
behaviours and rituals to repeat,
the actions that help me sleep.
Before I go to bed I have to check that the door is locked,
the door is locked. The door is locked.
I know that if I don't check it I will be okay,
the world will not end, no-one will come in,
I am safe.
Yet,
every night I still have to check.
The door is locked, the door is locked, the door is locked.
It's funny the effect a person's actions can have on another.
Before the thoughts clouded your mind,
before you bowed to them,
I could fall asleep without the sound of the TV,
I could lower the lights,
I could dream, without the nightmares filling my head.
But now when I fall asleep, I check the door is locked.
It's locked. It's locked.
Copyright © Hannah Smith | Year Posted 2017
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