Another night rolls in, I clutch my blanket not sure what the night holds. I think about those moments I missed by not saying what I meant. Maybe it would have changed my whole world. Still my heart aches for what could have been. My heart aches to take those moments back so I could say what was really in my heart. The only thing I have left from those times is this cherished blanket that I hold dear. The one that holds me through each and every time that I have been left to wander about my pivotal moments in my so called life. The nights falls like it always does and here I am in my own mind.

A mind that is full of guilt about the way my kids have had to live through their young lives. Dealing with a mother whose ability to parent has been laden with responsibility. Dealing with siblings whose problems are bigger than their beliefs. Still we curl up spooned in my blanket feeling its warmth and stability no matter what life brings us. At the end of the day the lights go off and the stillness that blankets our room is what saves us. The comfort we find in each other’s arms is unmatched. Even when the patches start to unsew themselves knot magik has kept it together like a prayer.