Comfort Zoning Out
A poem
Published in
Jan 18, 2021
Comfort
I zone in
I zone out
Hovering
I shout
I scream
I beg
I rant
In comfort
I plant
My wooden leg
To abort
Comfort zone
I have to leave
I have to grieve
And to bemoan
Comfort
I am moving
Out
Out of my own choosing
Thank you Galit Birk, PhD for the January writing prompt: What Comfort Zone? I invite Gurpreet Dhariwal to play along.
Here is the original invitation:
