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[writetothebones]

I sleep
hunched in,
shoulders curved around
to cradle the empty
space in front of me,
sometimes with my legs stretched out,
relaxing from the day's toils,
but often with them bent
and drawn up close,
like my body is trying to mimic
that safe feeling
it had back in that position
while in the womb.
Except the umbilical cord
was wrapped around my neck,
and the placenta nearly tore away
to make me that miscarriage
I was supposed to have been.
So the womb was never
that protected a place for me, after all.
But I've never felt so loved
as when I'm wrapped in someone's arms,
fast asleep.
And dreams afford a haven
reality does not often present.
So maybe my sleep,
my hunched up, fetal-positioned sleep,
is where I find my saftey.