Trust

Look into the future and if it makes you excited, try to accept it gracefully, without snatching. Keen, eager hands become slippery with sweat and may drop their precious prize. Instead, scratch beneath the skin, crawl in and roam within. Become one through empathy, not through fear of loss. The true prize is to accept that what is offered freely and openly.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

more of a rambling than a poem but I wanted to share it anyway :0)

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