Right now I walk so uncertainly
With little knowledge of what will cause me to fall.
I can talk to a stranger with ease
But then a smile makes me flee to cry in shadows.
How to navigate this mercurial terrain baffles me.
The world shifts without warning,
While so also does my ability to adapt.
I had the illusory notion I could cope well.
This has fled, as I struggle once more.
How do I give thanks for this reminder of impermanence,
When I feel thrown back into depression’s embrace?
Surely some of my study and practice will stay
To provide a steadying influence while I falter through my day.
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