O, Poetry!

Deeper than the gap
between myself and my wildest dreams!
Loftier than blankets
stitched with safety in their seams! 
I cower back as you look me
sternly in the eye,
shaking me by my wrists,
and daring me to cry! 
I’m sure were you to step
away for just the night, 
I’d find the tidal waves within me
would finally subside. 
But O, Poetry, were there to come a day
you’d find me fit to leave, 
I’d follow to you doorstep,
my heart bleeding through my sleeve!