Old Clothes

I put on the old ways like familiar old worn out clothes. I slip into them without even realizing, and everything feels normal, peaceful for a bit. But then I realize that these are the things I have left behind for the new, because I don't want to be comfortable and at peace with estrangement and prejudice.

Yes, it's comfortable here. But, there is little air in this room and the lights of love, caring, openness, and even of my own freedom, burn dim in its absence.