A Poem a Month: I Can’t Know These Things

When I step outside my comfort zone,

I always feel afraid.

It will either be beautiful or terrifying.

I can’t know these things.

 

When I board an airplane,

I always feel afraid.

It will either be mesmerizing or horrific.

I can’t know these things.

 

When I talk to a stranger,

I always feel afraid.

It will either be moving, upsetting, or nothing at all.

I can’t know these things.

 

When I am awake,

I always feel afraid.

The unknown will always loom over me

Because

I can’t know these things

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