If ever I found myself feeling cold 

I’d wrap in the homely fleece of this sweater 

Its familiar intricacies comforting in the face of a foreign situation 

I wore it so very often, though

That the fabric to frayed and unraveled;

But this sweaters security preceded its condition 

So I continued to dress in it–

Scared to let go of the safety provided in its soft, knit arms

The unwearable garment now lies obsolete 

In a closet  

or drawer 

or some other storage 

Without it I don’t find myself stagnant; 

Afraid to move about the icy winter without its security

But instead liberated 

As I experience the elements– balmy or frigid 

That make up the seasons of life.