Poetry

Objects In Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear

I’ve felt this way before
and survived
yet I am still frightened
frightened by many things
now
that I’m older
little things
mainly
big things
I still handle with
the fearless grace of
those days when I was certain that
nothing
would ever get me
now
I know something will
likely
some little thing
I won’t see
coming
because I traded
immortality
for
wisdom

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