A stranger in my own life

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I don’t recognize,

the things that are good, and,

the things that are bad.

I only recognize,

the things that are familiar, and,

the things that are unfamiliar.

So in the unfamiliarity,

I find anxiety of the unknown, and

In the familiarity,

I find anxiety of the known, as

they were the things

that I ran away from

So now,

Do I stick with the familiar?

Do I keep running away?

Will I ever find peace,

in just being in the present?

Will I know me? Or

Will I always need

someone else to know me?

Will I be mindful?

Will I be careful?

Will I be flailing in the wind,

like a thread-broken kite?