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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.
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Copyright 2012 TornPieces
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A former member wrote:
So hollow. Thats the word that describes the feeling i get from this. Lonely and upset, it was awesome
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On Saturday, August 4, 2012, Invisible Girl
(134)
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
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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.
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