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On Being Well

Intimate was my disease    
Required ignorance did appease    
   
But this unknown blinds my sight    
Chest is heavy, exceptionally tight    
   
An uneasy feel in being well    
Apprehension, I sense it swell    
   
Unquiet panic of no avail    
Upon uncharted seas I sail    
   
Grave loss of familiarity    
Costly fee of predictability    
   
New territory, undiscovered    
Intimidated but recovered    
   
A future yet to campaign    
Unclear how to ascertain      
 
Fearful, yet I hold steadfast    
Releasing my infected past      
   
Written by mel44
Published | Edited 13th May 2018
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