The Best Comfort

By TornPieces

 Tears fall down ...and spots appear on my purple shirt...

A hand grasps onto my elbow.... holds my arm...and rocks me back and forth..

like a child...in the arms of another.

being consoled...Finally. 

That same hand slides up to my face..

The hand wipes my tears, and caresses my cheek.

Caresses my hair....and holds me ressuringly...

My tears multiply in my heart, and I crumble  on the inivisible shoulders of God. 


I look down..

and one more tear falls down and spots my shirt....
because the one comforting me...
is my own hand.





Unauthorized Copying Is Prohibited. Ask the author first.
Copyright 2012 TornPieces
Published on Saturday, August 4, 2012.     Filed under: "Abuse" and "Poetry"
Log In or Join (free) to see the special features here.

Comments on "The Best Comfort"

Log in to post comments.
  • A former member wrote: So hollow. Thats the word that describes the feeling i get from this. Lonely and upset, it was awesome

  • Invisible Girl On Saturday, August 4, 2012, Invisible Girl (134)By person wrote:

    It was your own hand that was created by Him. Tears shed that do not go unnoticed by Him.. I love how intimate this is. Thanks

  • A former member wrote: I am sure many of us can relate to this poem..no one there, comforting our own selves in this world that sometimes makes us feel alone.

Contribution Level

TornPieces's Favorite Poets
TornPieces's Favorite Works
Share/Save This Post
subscribeTornPieces's Latest Works Feed



Join DarkPoetry Join to get a profile like this for yourself. It's quick and free.

How to Criticize Without Causing Offense
© 1998-2024 DarkPoetry LLC
Donate
[Join (free)]    [More Poetry]    [Get Help]    [Our Poets]    [Read Poems]    [Terms & Privacy]

Attention: Darkpoetry is now in maintenance mode and will be shutting down soon. Save your work if you wish to keep it.