By the Comfort of It Given

Caught to be wrapped up tight too often...
And too much,
On edge and distant.
Resisting to admit...
There are issues.

With some kept,
To qualify one's purpose.
One's wish to be burdened by self conflict.
And a remorse that bites...
To expose a bitterness.
One often invites to a welcomed visit.

A patience unconditional...
That comes to one in love,
With someone like this...
Usually goes unnoticed.

To eventually be dismissed,
And taken for granted...
By the comfort of it given!
Until it is gone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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