The blanket

As I lie in an unfamiliar room
atop a bed I've only just seen
In a house I just moved into
With people I hardly know

I miss my mom, I miss my home
I miss my room and my bed
But I lay there with my blanket
The only thing left of home

This blanket's helped me through so much
From the age sixteen, to age five
From hiding me from the cruel world
to hiding me from the monsters in my room

It let's me cry in peace
And when I'm done, it wipes my tears
This blankets covered in mascara stains
from corner to corner, side to side

As I remember my horrid past
I remember, being home
mama didn't pay the heat bills again
It's cold in the basement, in winter

But this blanket was there for me
Once again, it keeps me safe
I feel warm under it's wrap
And I can rest in peace

This blanket is the only familiar thing
In such an unfamiliar world
the only thing that I truly know
won't just take off and leave me

This blanket is my only friend
in such a lonely world
it's there for me, in thick and thin
now and forever, it's been there

This blanket is my only sanctuary
In such a confusing world
the place where I feel safe
Day or night, I can be OK

This blanket is my only warmth
In such a cold world
It keeps my body from freezing
and my heart from doing so, too

This blanket is my only hope
in such a hopeless world
That maybe I'll be OK
It's a symbol of my future well-being

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I know this isn't my best poem, but it's okay. I didn't bother rhyming with this one, there were too many emotions to fit in to worry about making them rhyme. Give me some honest feed back, tell me what you think.