January 4

There is a certain comfort in being loved.
Not dependent on fantasy
    for excitement.
Even the image in the mirror looks different
    Eyes a little brighter -
    Head held up a light higher.
Just spending the day
    not needing to remind myself
    That Im lonely as hell

Confident? Secure? Can I really
    feel this way?
What happened to the empty
    I went to bed with every night?
The darkness of despair
    the absences of the light?
No longer do I feel
    sad when I arise each day
the sadness that I felt
    in all my yesterdays.

There is a certain comfort in being loved.
This is your gift to me.
    A New Reality.
There is a comfort in being loved,
And I wear you comfortably. 
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