Comfort

Think of all the

            comforting things

people have ever

                          told you,

or that you have ever

                          told yourself,

or told others.

 

When you think of

                 these things,

and truly think of

                 what they mean,

how many of them

                             ring true?

 

How many times in 

                          our lives

have we told ourselves

                          those lies,

those things we pretend,

                          for comfort?

 

How many times a day

do you tell yourself

                        there’s hope,

that somewhere in the world

                        it all balances out,

that you were acting in his

                        best interests,

that you didn’t mean it?

 

Everybody lies.

It’s comfortable to us.

How comforting were

                      these thoughts

when you needed them?

How comforting do you find them

      now?

Reviews

[NinjaPi]

this cuts really deep. very challenging. great poem

[blue blue blue.]

This poem really makes me think. It's fantastic in that way, that a few words can make you evaluate your entire comfort zone. Very well done.

[Helpless]

i agree, lies make us comfortable. but i think that the line in Miracle on 34th street was beautiful and so true.
"Whats better? A lie that draws a smile? Or a truth that draws a tear?"