Comfort Within Walls

To be honest, I could’ve titled this poem ‘Comfort In Bed’ or ‘Comfort Within The Sheets’ or some other sleep-related phrase, but I decided to look a little further than that. The poem isn’t just about sleep. It’s not even just about the comfort of a bed and the security that blankets and sheets bring. Instead, it is a poem about how the inside world is safe and the outside world is scary and threatening, even if it is in a small way. I think my studies of Tennessee William’s ‘A Streetcar Named Desire’ made this idea clear to me, as we always seem to find some sense of safety when we are within walls and separated from the outside danger, whether that is other people, animals, insects, storms, or something else entirely. In any case, please enjoy this poem!