The Fort of Strength

It’s quiet and soft like a sunlit breeze, where the ocean meets the sand.

It’s warm inside, like your favorite hoodie, reminding you of what it’s like to be young and in love.

It’s enticing, touching those places often hidden, evoking pleasure with the gentlest of strokes.

It’s safe like a friend’s laugh, ensuring you everything is going to be ok.

It’s familiar, like your favorite pair of jeans, the ones that seem to fit you like no others.

It’s faithful, like your grandmother’s kitchen, you can always count on it to calm your soul.

It’s mysterious, like a dream, leading you to new parts of yourself yet discovered.

It’s patient, like a lover’s hand, waiting to lead you to the next moment of joy.

It never asks for anything in return, and it is always there offering solace when we need it most.

It’s not a person, place, or thing, it is comfort, one of our most cherished friends on the path of life.

It is our champion of heart, always ensuring us all is well.

It is our light in the darkness, it is our messenger that the best is yet to come.

Our fort of strength and our freedom from worry, comfort is always at hand when we need it most.