Doctor Grandma

New Job

What will the story be here?
Who will be my friends?
What are the secrets now unknown,
The truths to be revealed?
Who will resent my being here,
Who will work against me,
Who will trust and work with me,
Who will be my enemy?
I walk again a new path,
Face the fear of never been here,
Don’t know quite where I’m going
But I do know where I’ve been,
Put on that face of confidence,
The one you pull out for these times,
Let them not see the fragile heart
That steps carefully through broken glass,
Lift the head, and meet the gaze
Of all the faces, all the smiles,
Pretend you are walking comfortably,
Be hopeful, expect the best,
Give your doubts to another day,
Be Present, Be at rest.
cfblack 8-07-2014

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