Comfort

The comfort in my soul comes from inside and above

My comfort travels through simple days in life

Comfort reflected by smiles and joyful faces

A comfort so overwhelming it has no ending

Comfort is not a place; It is the anchor to my soul.

This poem is about: 
Me

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