Comfort is the softness of a blanket,
The warmth of a fire,
It's the sound of rain on the roof.
Comfort is warm food on a cold day,
A cozy room when it's rainy outside,
It's sitting on the couch with your favorite book.
Comfort is holding someone you really love,
It's getting a hug from someone you don't know very well but feel like you've known forever.
Comfort is a cup of hot cocoa after you've had a bad day,
It's putting your feet up after running around all day.
Comfort is a safe place,
A place to rest and recharge
A place where you can be yourself
And not have to worry about what others think.
It's a place where you can breathe easy,
And not feel like you're suffocating under the weight of your problems.
About the Creator
Brooke Kallam
Exploring life, sorrow, nightmares, and everything too real to sweep under the rug. I craft stories from the wreckage and the recovery—sometimes raw, sometimes dark, but always authentic. Step inside and stay a while.
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