Created for comfort

He made me feel safe again, only to run after meeting the demons.

A box created for comfort, feels harmless
Yet forlorn!
Terrified to let them see
Only the unseen can see

Dancing with my demons
They see their associates, worms, thorns
Kept inside, a can sealed for safety
Eyes try to shine, demons smiles as they glimpse at themselves

He came, with all valor came out of the box
Felt alive, Butterflies emerged
Worms, demons, thorns were exposed
Wholesome as a newborn never felt so good
Little did the butterflies know!

A can that was open, worms swarming out
He saw them! Petrified him away
Bit by bit worms were picked up again
A can could not be closed again

Glue came in handy, a container got glued
Thorns pop out for safety
All alone, shamefully step into the box
Demons hail with warm smiles

Why am I not scared!
Why does it feel safe!
Why do I feel comforted!
Why does it feel like home!