Poetry / Poets

Comfort by Brandi Reynolds

What they don’t tell you when you’re struggling
Is how beautiful the struggle is
How one day you’ll look back on those days
As the most gold tinted of your life

What they don’t tell you when things become comfortable
And you don’t have to sweat and reach for every little thing
Is that comfort is insidious
That it puts up walls painted in pretty colors
To hide the institutional grey underneath
How tendrils come up from the couch
Pretty little clinging vines that tighten when you try to move

What they don’t tell you is the walls are made of cardboard
That bend and mildew when it rains
That the tendrils grow tiny thorns that irritate the skin
That soon the embrace of comfort becomes hands around your neck

When that happens, you have two choices
You can stop resisting and accept your pretty prison
Convincing yourself that you aren’t settling
That really, this is such a nice little life
And comfort just likes you a whole lot and doesn’t mean to be suffocating
Or you can begin the process of disentangling the vines
And knocking down the walls.

I suggest your motions be covert at first,
Snipping away thorns when comfort has it’s back turned
Tiny movements to prepare for the break

But soon, you’ll just have to take that leap
Wrench comfort’s hands away
And kick the walls down

I promise you, it’s the only way you’ll remember that your alive.

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4 thoughts on “Comfort by Brandi Reynolds

  1. Lovely. This is probably my favorite verse, right here:

    I suggest your motions be covert at first,
    Snipping away thorns when comfort has it’s back turned
    Tiny movements to prepare for the break

    I think this is perfectly put.

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