Blanket

Sometimes, sadness
is a weight.

It sits heavily upon you,
crushing your chest
and making every breath
an effort.

But sometimes it's
more of a fire -

Burning you up,
inside out. Flames
licking at you, smoke
choking off any chance of speaking.

Today, it's really
like a blanket.

Familiar, warm,
almost comforting
as it wraps around
and drags me into a deep sleep.