Your True Face

Uncertainty
Confusion
Instability
Shakiness
Discomfort
Dont be too quick
To grasp the reins
To steer towards
A familiar sense of
Safety
To regain some semblance of
Control
Look closer...
These cracks in solidity
Are the fertile ground
Where life aches to
Unfold
The old is crumbling
The new is not yet formed
So shake and wobble
And let your weary heart doubt
Wash the clarity of your knowing
With the thick mud
Of confusion
These legs were not made
To walk a straight line
So dance
dance in circles
And fall down
You are the child of
Spirals
And thunderstorms
And
Your true face
Was always
Will always be
Wild