Zena

Zena

Monday, August 22, 2011

The Unknown
What to expect
Becomes mundane
Once we become experts.
But the unknown
Makes us uncomfortable,
Shakes us up
And dumps us out
Careening across
An unfamiliar landscape
Without a compass.
I'll need a hand to hold
Whether next to me
Or in my heart
To help lead me back
Safely home.

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