Tag: comfort

the familiar returns

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Resuming a sense of normalcy
from before, before the world changed.
But, isn’t the world always changing
and we just hardly notice?

The familiar offers comfort and routine
back into the voids structure has vacated.
Remember when this was all we knew
and expected?

My perspective has changed
and maybe, so have I in this process.
I feel little familiarity, scarce comfort;
unease and inquisition sit with me instead,
surrounded by those basking in normalcy’s return.
Must it all return to how it was before?

The sky dances and screams

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The sky dances and screams
with lightning and thunder,
muffled by the houses and trees
I can only make out bits and pieces,
not her whole story.

Feel her anguish,
admire her vulnerability,
wait until she has said all she needs to say.

Show your own vulnerability,
come out from behind your protective walls
to meet her,
listen to her, comfort her.

I have been where you are
and I am here for you.
Scream, cry, punch,
let it all out.
I will still be here
when you start to feel better
and the storm begins to pass.

Leaves remaining

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Leaves remaining from last year,
maybe longer,
collect and accumulate in a pile
littering the ground with browns and dull greys.
How many layers are there?
All I see are the new ones on top,
hiding the older ones underneath
likely in varying stages of decomposition.

There they lie.
Rustling ever so slightly in the breeze
are the light, new ones,
settling motionless, heavy with age and water
are the the old ones,
the foundation.

Up through the middle though
lives a tree
growing new bright and green leaves
and blossoms of dark fuschia and cotton white.
So odd it seems
how life can flourish from the base
of death, of decay,
but my eyes do not deceive me.

Perhaps, the leaves offer comfort.
Perhaps, the leaves provide warmth.
Perhaps, the leaves supply nourishment.
But perhaps, the leaves are a hindrance,
keeping the tree in the past,
preventing growth.

Despite the offered comfort,
go the leaves must.
I gathered mine,
will keep gathering as new ones fall,
growing through and beyond
the past.

Breathe.

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Breathe.
Breathe.
Just breathe.
Step back and take another look,
at everything.
See the storm clouds rolling away
with every exhale.
Watch until your eyes believe
and your heart understands
that this will pass,
and peace has always been here,
and can be.

My, how snowflakes

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Bless us with your presence
once again, on this morning,
this new day.

Today I choose to focus on your beauty,
your grace.
How easy it is to get lost in you.
Each individual part coming together
to make the whole.
Uniqueness remains,
despite temporary dissolution into the masses.
The journey details matter not,
as long as you reach the destination.

My, what calm. My, what comfort.
My, how snowflakes can be just
like humans.