Growing up in a home that could be strife and loud.
I longed for comfort to be found.
I thought I’d find it in others, and looked in family and friends.
But none could provide what I needed to mend.
I looked even more in hobbies like art,
but I found myself still
- falling apart.
I searched once again, in gin and bottles of wine
but the comfort in those were surely not mine.
I thought seeing the world would give the comfort I craved,
So I worked long hours to make money to save.
Then later I realized travelling feels out of reach,
and right now is the time I need peace.
So, I looked to myself -
and only to find
I’m the one who’ll provide comfort in life.
By, appreciating moments that some deem as small
I found hidden largeness in them all.
Now -
-I truly find comfort in the warmth of a tea
cozied up with a book-
even the buzz of a bee.
I feel comfort when the wind blows, or I pour coffee into my cup.
It’s these little moments that I just can’t get enough.
Like, a grounding breath when I’m feeling afloat,
or a singer just hitting that super high note.
I found that comfort is hidden in the
all-the-time moments
- not just the spectacular ones we all think it’s chosen.
Just like dimly lit places and the smiles of friends;
I found my comfort in everything - now my joy never ends.
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