top of page

home is a cool place

Writer's picture: hil hooverhil hoover

you offer the nightlight 

like it’s everything, 

like it’s salvation, 

like it’s the hand of god

reaching down from above

to rescue my tortured soul

from the things that go 

bump in the night


like it’s the bread that my 

empty stomach lacks or 

the medicine that could

stop the shaking 


like it’s your mother’s touch

when you were a child 

home sick from school

or your father’s steady 

hand picking you up 

after a fall 


but listen, 

we are not of the same world

and my home 

is a cool place 


my comfort a shadow 

to slide beneath when the 

heart-rend and bone-break 

have reached their limits 

and if you must offer anything

let it be 

your voice 

in your softest whisper 

carried into the darkness 


i am here, i am here, i am here. 

35 views3 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Shadows

Shadows

3 Comments


durham42
Oct 22, 2024

So very moving and worth re-reading again and again.

Like

Omar Najam
Oct 22, 2024

Genuinely no words. There's nothing I can say that would do justice to this poem.


Just wow

Like

Ruth Anne Burke
Ruth Anne Burke
Oct 21, 2024

Oh. My. God. Hil. This is legitimately breathtaking.

Like
  • Twitter
  • Tumblr

©2024 by 13Days13Shorts

bottom of page