
our home is a picture-perfect scenery:
beds of roses,
smiling faces,
loyal dog,
friendly neighborhood
filled with children playing in the yard,
trails for running,
families bicycling…
we have everything:
a comfortable bed to lay in,
television to watch,
cars to drive,
employment to keep busy,
and mouths to be fed.
absolutely no reason, i remind myself, look around…
a husband who:
helps around the house,
is adored by his children,
embeds his family as my own…
absolutely no reason, i remind myself, look around…
after twenty years of:
challenges overcome,
dream vacations,
belly-aching laughs,
tears of frustration,
tears of joy,
it seems we built this to last
absolutely no reason, i remind myself, look around…
but staring at the ceiling
while he thrusts himself into me,
there’s a deepness i’m missing
where earthquakes would once rattle me.
what i’d give for an 8.0 right about now…
4 responses to “Uncomforting Comforts”
Oh my! Uncomfortable is absolutely necessary in this life to grow and to really live.
Love the poetry. ❤️
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Thank you so much for reading and I’m so glad you enjoyed this piece! ❤️
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I loved it 🙏❤️
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That makes me so happy to hear. 😊
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