Sometimes you stand at the cross roads……
Your first step towards the next phase…..your shaky but new step……
Not as we ~ Alanis Morissette
I am walking in to the doors of familiarity…… though familiar it is dauntingly unnerving……
“We’re born and shivering
Spat out on new terrain”
I am walking from my little world of structure & chaos towards a forgotten world of unsettling tranquility & locked away emotions…..
“Unsure, unconvincing
This faint & shaky hour”
The return to the roots of sanity…..maybe too much sanity….
Overwhelmed with the sense of the unfamiliar………and the unknown…..
“Gun-shy and quivering
Tear it without a hand”
The soil of my identity becomes the unfamiliar grounds of my past……only too familiar……
The who I have become is a callous shell covering the who I have been…..
“Feign brave but still intent
Little and hardly here”
Here I am a stranger among strangers…….only but a known stranger….
“Day one” —————————————— “Start over again”
It is the starting over……..
“Step one” —————————————–“I’m barely making sense”
Not much making sense……
“From scratch, begin again
But this time I as I
And not as we”
Soon I will be walking into the pages of my memories…….walking in to the known unknown……….
The familiar grounds of unfamiliarity………..
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