There is comfort
In the uncomfortable
There is newness
Sometimes our comfort
Being a thing
Of old masquerades
It brings acceptance
And our complacency
It begins to
Grind which we
Don’t hear having
Gotten used to
The hum but
Once we switch
Off the machine
And step free
The discomfort of
Silence almost immediately
Brings those deep
Sighs of hope
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 