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Comfort

Even when definition fits the scene what is comfort when you just can't see why there's no one similar to the one called me. Where in the world would the We fit in? Finding comfort when it's not in the skin was the task I had set to living. Nothing else could be real until then. Pushed into Life my Soul arrived and pushed into Light were my blinded eyes... Lost in a wind and living daze I couldn't begin so the facade was on. Expectations around and the guiding light was a static sound but I did as I prepared to do. I lived a life not knowing true. Being uncomfortable with the Me who was born To Be. With You. Comford; "The ability to be. Anytime."

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Date: 8/17/2009 9:17:00 AM
Interesting thoughts put to pen. Sara
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Date: 8/17/2009 5:13:00 AM
Good morning Izzy. Thank you for sharing your poetry with us today. I truly enjoyed reading it. Love, Carol
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Date: 8/16/2009 8:34:00 AM
If you have found the place to be comfortable with one's self......that is a terrific place to be!! It gives you more to give someone else! Great poem!! :)
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