Breaking through the impossible
Comfort is the pain upon my skin
A feeling that will stay the same
No matter where it is, it won’t change
A sensation trusted to stay true
Comfort is the noise inside my head
A war that won’t end
No matter what time or day
I can trust it to stay
Comfort is the dark
Hiding all that is within
Some things never to be seen again
A curtain covering what’s up ahead
Comfort is the last breath
The inevitable end of life
It’s a choice of accepting it in a warm embrace
Or turning and running away
Comfort is a state of physical ease
A tremendous deception
The false sense of knowing what will happen
It’s up to you to make a change
Step into discomfort and don’t turn away
