Afraid

March 21, 2014

I am afraid of today.

With its white sea of uncertainty.

I debate if I should leave now or wait.

If I lose control, I might just slip away.

Nothing is ever guaranteed.

If I stay, I will lay motionless losing my mind.

The price to pay for not entertaining time.

The cold is a bitter challenge.

Never take it for granted unless you are prepared.

Prepared to suffer all its delicious damage.

Its invitation to sleep a gentle sleep.

I tried my best to venture out.

I should have stayed in my bed.

Then I could have tried again.

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