someone spoke of comfort

 
 
as with shattering glass,
            a'times
we consider these razorous shards
       to be a bed of resting,
       solace, comfort,
mistaken by a damaged heart
for    some    place      else.
 
the discomforts and Fear of losing
          one's comfort is as
awkward as any backfalling grace.
 
a grace ( and love ), lost. Not  
               likely to be
           re'achieved in this
                lifetime.
 
(Bring gratitude to this long,
            seemingly endless,
                               night)
 
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