What comforts you
at 3 am on a Wednesday night
when the darkness traps you in your bed,
straps you down by your wrists and ankles,
whispers words of loneliness down your neck?

What comforts you
when you're out of options
and thoughts of forever consume your soul
burning and destroying every ounce of will you have left
until fizzling out leaving smoldering ashes in its wake?

What comforts you?
Is it a pet?
A song?
A person?
A dream?

He comforts me
at 3 am on a Wednesday night
when the darkness traps me in my bed
straps me down by my wrists and ankles
whispering words of loneliness down my neck.

He comforts me
when I'm out of options
and thoughts of forever consume my soul
burning and destroying every ounce of will I have left
until fizzling out leaving smoldering ashes in its wake.

He is there to comfort me
on the darkest nights
patiently rekindling the flame of hope
hidden in the darkest corners of my soul.
Providing light,
giving warmth,
pushing down walls,
all so he can comfort me.