Comfort. It's a comfortable word. Not onomatopoeic but still warming and kind. We take for granted our comfort in the new lights of morning windows but are jolted when sudden light breaks through a gap in the door. We are comfortable with our barriers, with our horizons that are still tangible. But barriers are for breaking, not just by us, but by our closest and nearest; our comforters


  1. well look who it is...smiles. this strikes a cord...though mine like to build the barriers...to keep me in...

  2. Very true, and very beautifully and poetically written. I think life should be a blend of comfort and surprises... comfort and joy in simple things, surprise and excitement and daring and courage to be found in living life.

  3. Greetings, Happy Monday! Blessings…

    Friendship Awards, Enjoy!
    Your poetry is unbeatable, share 1 to 3 at our week 19 potluck today..
    Thanks for the support, You Rock!

  4. Love it! We miss you Menina--please return back to the blogosphere!

    Rania Abuisnaineh


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