Give me your hand and I will hold it.
Let's just see what happens next.
We will figure it out.
Trepidation.
A word that embraces a nervous flutter that is caught somewhere deep inside.
Not defined.
Not associated to a one thing.
Just an unnerving sense that has invaded the warm and happy space which I have occupied of late. And I don't want it to be there.
Shaping what may be or what may become.
Although I may have uncertainty, of this I am certain.
I feel that something significant is nudging me slightly off kilter despite my resistance.
As I get nearer to something that makes me breathe happiness, brushing the true depth of something special, there is a tell tale tug at the corners of my mind.
Reality, responsibility and rationality.
Is there scope to embrace all in one warm scoop?
To braid the norms with the new and the unknown
and to work together to overcome whatever may not yet be shown.
Trepidation melts,
morphing into anticipation...
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| The future is bright |
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