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Comfort

A child weeps, but there are no shrieks, only muffled, shallow breaths Pain distorts her face, Eyes tightly closed, shielding her from further discomfort Tears flow freely down the soft, pink cheeks, and disappear She speaks but her words are not understood, they are not recognized Quietly she suffers, as she cannot reveal the source of her pain The pain is now her companion. Is there no hope? No end to the pain? She senses a presence, a scent Instinctively she turns, knowing that soon, if only for a moment, she will feel safe Strong, soft hands, wipe her tears The gentle caress reassures her, easing her pain Her face rests against the muscular shoulder, but her weeping continues A giant hand stretches across her back as fingers adroitly caress and hypnotize her, Warm, moist lips lovingly touch her, She senses a heartbeat; the warmth and safety of love surround her Her companion agonizes, As the child’s safety is now her misery The companion reaches deep within her, forging agony and despair She trembles with pain, A pain so deep seeming to have no end A loud shrill pierces the air, and her hands move upward grasping for relief, Trying to ease the pain, In vain she tries, again and again, The hands gently pull her closer, the rough stubble brushes against her As the warm breath rhythmically showers her, Reassuring her she is safe. Despite the pain, she begins to calm Her breathing deliberate, the sobbing almost non-existent Her hands resting upon his chest as she cuddles to him She is safe with him. The companion remains, Awaiting another moment, another opportunity But for now, at this moment, she rests Believing in the love that eases her fears, hands that will always protect her.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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