The Comfort Zone
It’s gray in colour.
It’s warm to the touch.
It offers reassurance.
It comes with a steaming mug of hot chocolate with cinnamon sprinkles.
It’s my own booster squad
It’s cosily familiar
It fuels my ego
It cocoons
It reminds me everything will be fine
It’s gray in colour.
Its warmth is addictive, never allowing me to succumb to the bitter cold
It says it’s risky
It does not yield to challenges
It hates change
It never expands
It does not grow
It develops
Ever so slowly
It’s an island
It takes forever to issue a passport
It limits
It stifles
It soothes and caresses
It’s a rock
And it’s my own.
by Geradline Phillips
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