Convolution of Comfort

comfort invokes a plethora of sensations;

comfort is an aspect of people’s foundations;

comfort can be completely joyous;

comfort also has the ability to destroy us;

my boyfriend’s encompassing embrace;

certainly relaxes my headspace;

he loves in an unconditional way;

he comforts me in a way that may be cliché;

but he motivates me to pursue what i adore;

and write until it’s what i’m known for;

the challenge of wordplay;

brings me comfort all day;

i express nearly every thought;

and utilize the skills that i’ve self-taught;

my work and my love;

the ideas that aid me to rise above;

the mere stagnation of being still;

and provide me with a strong will;

sometimes comfort comes from familiarity;

sometimes comfort comes from clarity;

but when i’ve lived purely in my comfort zone;

i couldn’t progress and i felt so alone;

my comfort zone didn’t allow me to change;

my comfort zone was undoubtedly strange;

considering it was full of crippling depression;

as well as self-destruction and a powerful obsession;

with self-criticism and intentional restriction;

sometimes the comfort enhances my addiction;

i have felt so comfortable and set in my ways;

not willing to change, being stuck in the maze;

of my racing thoughts and the back-and-forth;

sometimes i go south, sometimes i go north;

the idea of comfort is convoluted;

what really gives me comfort is deep-rooted;

sometimes comfort is warm, sometimes it’s cold;

but i know the more that i get old;

i’ll continue to realize that a balance of both;

will merely continue to enhance my growth;

so, what does comfort mean to me?

the answer to that is uncertain as the sea;

it can mean being completely stuck;

or it can mean the water is rolling off my back like a duck;

i find positive comfort in random things;

from autumn, to weed, to accessories like rings;

and driving on the highway, blasting my tunes;

beside someone i love, feeling as invincible as cartoons;

if whoever is reading this is confused how i feel;

trust me, my own internal confusion is real;

and i truly wish my thoughts were clear;

i feel like i’m being controlled by a puppeteer;

sometimes comfort is a beautiful feeling;

but discomfort helps me progress in my healing.