{"id":77258,"date":"2020-06-29T02:55:39","date_gmt":"2020-06-29T06:55:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=77258"},"modified":"2020-06-29T02:56:29","modified_gmt":"2020-06-29T06:56:29","slug":"the-comfort-zone-hour-seventeen-a-three-way-stop-sign-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/the-comfort-zone-hour-seventeen-a-three-way-stop-sign-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"The Comfort Zone (Hour Eighteen, A Three Way Stop Sign Poem)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/p>\n

The Comfort Zone<\/h1>\n

I’ve never been the kind of gal<\/h3>\n

who freely gives her hugs away.<\/p>\n

But when I can sense someone is<\/p>\n

struggling, heart heavy with sorrow,<\/p>\n

my instincts trump anxieties<\/p>\n

and antisocial tendencies.<\/p>\n

Without words of explanation,<\/p>\n

hindered not by hesitation,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I step beyond my comfort zone,<\/p>\n

hoping to bring back the broken,<\/p>\n

letting love lead us to the light.<\/p>\n

Human touch heals the hopelessness<\/p>\n

of mourners lamenting the loss<\/p>\n

of a loved one, lessening the<\/p>\n

loneliness of those left behind.<\/p>\n

In that brief but bless-ed moment,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

compassion connects us, building<\/p>\n

bridges across distances the<\/p>\n

Devil designed to divide us.<\/p>\n

By God’s grace, we stand united<\/p>\n

through that most meaningful moment<\/p>\n

when one soul reached for another,<\/p>\n

sharing strength and hope and comfort,<\/p>\n

showing a Love like no other.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

(A stop sign is a format I created on a whim as I wrote this. I called it a stop sign because there are eight lines in each stanza, and eight syllables per line. As I added stanzas, I decided each stanza should represent a stop from a different direction. Therefore, since this poem has three stanzas, it has been crowned a three way stop sign.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The Comfort Zone I’ve never been the kind of gal who freely gives her hugs away. But when I can sense someone is struggling, heart heavy with sorrow, my instincts trump anxieties and antisocial tendencies. Without words of explanation, hindered not by hesitation,   I…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1212,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"image","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-77258","post","type-post","status-publish","format-image","hentry","category-miscellaneous","post_format-post-format-image"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/77258","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1212"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=77258"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/77258\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":77310,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/77258\/revisions\/77310"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=77258"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=77258"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=77258"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}