I've been writing a lot lately, but not forming anything into a poem. I've been pondering the future and the fear of the unknown.
Considerations
Do not fear the unknown,
Let it unfurl like a fiddlehead,
soft as the underside of a violet.
It can linger deep purple
as a cluster of lilac
right outside your window,
but if you unlock and open
to the air, you can smell
a corner being turned,
feel the future beckoning you
with its sweet fragrance.
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