Comfort

The feeling of comfort Is one of the most incredible and humbling Emotions that has ever flooded through my veins And caressed every nerve in my body. Having all of your troubles be lessened And the ache of your troubled heart soothed By opening your mind and expelling your sorrows To someone who saw through your contented façade Is beauty defined so simply. When that same someone reaches for you And heaves your shattered soul onto their shoulders Then proceeds to coddle you, cooing consoling words into your ear While rubbing methodic circles on your back, The relief of your problems draining from your body Causes you’re entire being to go limp, Finally giving the body no longer resembling you A chance to rest. Once the pores covering your skin start to work again A wave of serenity will settle inside - And just like that, Your world becomes more bearable. Incredible had an empty definition to me. I assumed I knew as much as I needed to about the word, But the day I watched an angel resurrect grotesque remains of a girl Who was left to rot after collapsing on her bathroom floor because She could no longer attain strength within her muscles to get up again; Despair ate the flesh off of her bones, then left her to suffer Her death alone. Lullaby-like words carrying the warmth of an angel’s breath Were spoken into her skin, the warmth hovering above to insulate her body. I watched the pigment creep back to the surface of her skin And her body appear fleshy again. The angel pulled her into a firm embrace And refused to release the girl until she was saved. I watched as the girl, seemingly lifeless, took life into her lungs Until her chest rose and fell normally. Eventually the girl filled out her skeleton that used to drown her. Still in the arms of the angel, she rubbed the darkness out of her eyes So she could see the one who saved her more clearly. When she tipped her head far enough to get her hero in sight She began to cry hysterically; An angel did not bring her back. An ordinary human being, Her father, heard her cries of agony putting him in agony as well. The determination to hold his daughter’s head Above water until the storm passed Brought her back to him, His little girl was cradled in his arms Sobbing and weak Reminding him of the first time he held her On the day she was born. That’s the magic of comfort. It’s universal – everyone understands it. It may be expressed in different manners, But the same inner peace is found in everyone Who’s been blessed with a person that somehow Puts their worries to rest. It’s easy to comfort others when You, yourself, Has been in the nurturing hands of someone That has had their turn as the battered soul; Lost and incapable of thinking anything positive Due to hopelessness clouding their mind. Emotions don’t have different languages. If you understand even a small portion of what someone is feeling Comfort them. Help them regain their esteem, replenish their brain with hope, and a newborn sense of compassion that all humans are able to project, receive, and recognize. Do not ever abandon the hopeless in the dark For they may never return to the light. -t.j.t.