New Opportunities

Big changes are like the breeze
creating little whirlwinds of unease
small rippling waves made on
the smooth surfaces of the mind

The gapping maw of an unknown future
unable to imagine what may come next
hands shaking with anticipation
palms made damp by possibility

Holding down the hope that
begins rising to the throat
the droning drumbeat of "what if"
holds a steady tempo of new terror

White knuckled grasping of what is
the daunting decision to sail past
the distant horizon where the sun hangs
necessary gambles in the game of life

What might be lying just out of sight
paradise or peril, it cannot be predicted
the fear of failure tastes metallic on my tongue
but there is no turning back now that I've begun
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