What is Comfort?

What is comfort?

I whisper quietly to my restless soul as I am engulfed by

flames of darkness that set my viens on fire.

Is it a tight hug,

one where you and the other person’s hearts kiss gently and unisonly sing a thumping and mirroring melody?

Is it the meeting of two pairs or more of kind and welcoming eyes?

Is it sharing a hearty laughs with good friends?

Is it being able to both tolerate and enjoy

a still and silent moment with one another?

Or Is it being able to endure

the agony of expressing vulnerability in the presence

of a secondary body?

What is comfort?

Could it be a considerate friend offering you a warm bowl of your favorite soup

when you’re feeling ill?

Could it be a companion to walk with

and stare at the bare winter branches with?

Could it be a pal who scheduled the time

to call you on the phone once a week?

Could it be taking a warm bath and enjoying solitude?

Could it be the tender embrace of a fluffy throw blanket wrapped around your body?

What is comfort?

What is Comfort?

I whisper quietly to my restless soul as I am engulfed

by flames of darkness that set my viens on fire.