Unraveling Y
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Close call
Panic
Roars when one’s on
Edge;
Creep back slowly,
Inhale deeply,
Peer no longer
Into the abyss.
Take stock honestly
Of
Useless worry;
Spit in the wind and follow your bliss.
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