Comfy Cozy

I can’t help the way life is for me.  I’ve done a few things right and made lots of 
mistakes.
My rights, my wrongs all make the women standing here before you.  The fact that I am 
still standing means something.  Maybe it means my purpose in life is deeper than any 
man will ever know.  To see it come true I must hold strong and never give up.  I must 
see the good in even the worse of situations.  I have to hold on.  To the fact that a 
better day lies ahead, it’s just that, that better day may not be tomorrow or the next.  
That better day may be a long way off but it is still there.  I can feel it.  I breathe 
it.  I know it down to the core.  That day is like waking up and stepping outside to 
feel to the cold wind hitting your skin and not noticing because a familiar smell has 
brought you to a familiar place.  A comfort zone that is so cozy that you never notice 
the outside elements, it is seeing or meeting someone for the first time and you see 
your life through there eyes. And your life through there eyes does not have an end.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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