“Same”- sounds safe.
Because When I wake up everyday, I knew
I knew what tomorrow held
So used was I
To the same things
That when the whirlwind of newness hit- I lost
Lost sense of direction,
and shivered in the midst of the unknown.
I was so out of touch
Of the methods of these days,
So used was I to my unvarying habits,
I stammered confused- and ashamed
It makes me vulnerable-
For, a baby used to crawling
cannot walk in a day.
But it can walk with time and patient parenting
So can I- face the Change
Instead of reminiscing
My past routines.
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