Comfort

I feel the chill
There’s something comforting
About being uncomfortable
Wholly human
Undeniably felt
The cold creeps into my skin.
I linger here to feel alive
Not rushing to find a jacket
And stave off my humanity
But instead waiting
Swatting at the insects as they arrive
Day is gone
And night portends.
I rub my skin and feel small
But this too is comforting –
There are many like me

When their bites become too harsh
I retreat to warm safety
Not forgetting it
But dulling it
Unable to feel
Fully
What I am

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