Comfort is me
I am comfort
Love and life
Death and cause
We die because we’re alive
We live to die
You and your world
Matters, nothing else
Who are you?
Where are you?
Explore, find and identify
Learn, develop and be
Rest in power
My comfort is me
Confidence is key
It comes from power
Power is gained by knowledge
Knowledge is gained by learning
Learning has to be found
For you to find yourself
I am me because of me
Because of them
Because of it
Be happy within that
Change if needed
Be okay with changing
Grab that branch
From the sinking sand
Create that branch to grab
Be there for yourself
Listen.
Speak.
Feel.
Glisten.
Comfort is me.
I am my comfort.
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Matthew Grantham
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