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Comfort Amongst Grief

A poem

By L.M. AllisonPublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 2 min read
L.M.A Bay of Fires

What can be understood as comfort

Without first experiencing grief

To revel in the throes of solace

And be it not, brief

But a long summers breeze warming the scars

Adorned, beneath my skin

After a cold and bitter frozen night

Lying on the sand, underneath the stars.

Let the heavens and world collide and spin

Light up the pain and rage with fire.

Let the burning in my brain ignite

And the flames grow higher.

Seeking comfort in the still waters of the ocean,

Peaceful depths

Rocked to sleep, among the soft motion

Then a gasp of fresh air, I'm arising

Like a phoenix

From the dark and cloudy swirls of the ashen sea mix

Feeding bursting and blackened lungs

With life-saving relief.

The lights of home

And regret to be back

But the simple things

That comfort brings.

The silken fur of a purring, loved cat

A contented sigh- belly, full and fat

From unforgiving streets and sure demise

A cruel world looked down with soulless eyes

Lying asleep near the crackling fire, curled upon my lap.

My comforting worn blanket, a favourite drink.

Put paint to palette, and spend a while

Remembering the things that brought on a smile.

A bookshelf of once loved books

And half-written stories

Tattered and torn, old poems in ink.

Birthday candles, and laughter with family

Photo albums, preserving frozen moments of us

All smiling happily.

The memories of his gentle touch, a caress

From a lover, his lingering scent.

With smiling eyes that wrinkled at the sides.

And protective and caring hands

With mine entwined.

He was my world, heaven sent

He held my heart, until the day

On which he went

Across the past

And path of loneliness,

Of violence and lies, which were never meant

Forgive a love so careless, it forced me blind.

The reprieve of sleep, just let me be

Lie down my head

And now I can see.

Dreaming vividly

Reckless and free,

When a weary mind is put to rest

And begging

To be in the house among the blessings

And the blessed.

A knock on the door, tightly locked

When time seems to have stopped

And I've lost my mind.

And I've held my hand through the eternal night

But a whisper, so kind

And words- poetically said

To bring me back

And out of bed

And throw aside the curtains and let in the light.

The sunrise is beautiful, my world is wise

Gaze upon the brightening dawn

Another chance, another beginning.

Bereave and howl

At all the lies

And the dreadful cost.

And scream and mourn

At what's been lost.

But never forget, though hard to keep living

And grief is forever;

That forever is forgiving.

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About the Creator

L.M. Allison

QLD, Australia. After 2 years of chronic illness, I decided to revive my love of writing as a form of self-therapy.

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