Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Comfort and Security

As I close my eyes
 I hear the song
Hope of Deliverance.
It surrounds me.

I see comfort
routinely patrolled
by security.

Security slips in
and around
Comfort's robust form
constantly entwining
with it's numerous spaces.

I feel safe.
I am safe.
No luxuries
but none are required.
I am comfortable in my bubble.
It is all I have desired.

I relax into the song.
Humming gently.
Darkness might surround me
but I have security.

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