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Monday, February 24, 2014

Standing

Standing quietly
Looking out
Over what life
Might hold
For me
Next

No choice in its coming
Only the choice
About whether to  
Acknowledge it
Introduce myself to it
Own my fear of it

And go towards it
Because it has to be
Gone towards

And it doesn’t matter
What I do
While I’m in it
Whether the journey is pretty
Or a mess at every step

It matters only
That I keep
Walking in it
And eventually through it
Because it has to be
Walked through

Whether I
Make peace with it
Or not