172/365: Unsure

If I am to be honest,
I will tell you I am afraid.
My feet feel unsure,
and the ground can be unforgiving.
It is as though I have been walking for a long time,
longer than I have the strength to retrace,
and I often forget that I am not alone
and retreat into solitude,
calling it waiting,
calling it gathering myself together.

If I am to be honest,
it is difficult to trace
the path that delivered me here,
and it is difficult to chart
my way back home.

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