are hard to break
because they keep on coming round
as something new, something reformed,
something ready to look out, from now,
on my brave new future
in which I’m the hero
for having overcome
my former blindnesses
Where what I need instead
is to reach out my hand
and let myself be led
both in the purpose and
in each little step,
resisting the temptation
to be the one who knows,
trusting and following
as my days unfold.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 6, 2018
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