The Comfort Trap
By: Maranda Russell
The comfort trap
has closed around me,
its cold metal arms
crueler than a vice.
But don’t help me out,
for I’ll only find
a creative way
to crawl back in.
The Comfort Trap
By: Maranda Russell
The comfort trap
has closed around me,
its cold metal arms
crueler than a vice.
But don’t help me out,
for I’ll only find
a creative way
to crawl back in.
Very profound.
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Thank you! Glad you liked it!
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Without understanding the context, I’d interpret the comfort trap as depression. In a way, it gives me comfort because I’m no stranger to it but I also have to be careful not to sink myself in too deep until it becomes a trap.
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I think depression is definitely a part of what I wrote. I guess to me, the comfort trap is simply becoming too comfortable where you are, to the point that you resist any and all change, even good ones and don’t try to make advances but instead want to stay and stagnate.
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I love it miranda! I think this is a great poem! Xx
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Aw, thanks Carol Anne!
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Thank you for stopping by
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Ah, I love the picture! And as “my dream walden” stated, without context this could be interpreted many ways. The first thought I had was, “Until the perceived pain of making change is less than the pain of remaining the same, one won’t do something different.”
❤️🦋🌀
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That is definitely along the lines of what I had in mind when writing it, but I love how art and poetry are subjective and can speak different things to different people.
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Sure take your time👍
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This resonates with me, my security blankets aren’t always benign.
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That would make a good poem too lol.
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Profound and deep! Hope you crawl back in
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