Hope

What is comfort but being at peace with one’s soul?

What if your soul has only been at chaos

from the moment you were born?

What is comfort then?

Is it the silence between thunder and lightning?

Or the drowning sound of a train passing over a bridge?

Is it the sound of your mind screaming

as your try to pry your aching heart from your chest?

To breath without the heaviness

of the world on your shoulders?

To feel the frigid rain

touch your bare soul?

Will I ever be able to know what the meaning of comfort truly is?

I hope so.