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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.
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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