You use me;
walking from dry to dry
to safety and recluse
amongst the
cash and flow of life.
But
When you see me,
Standing upon firm
Rock and dry places
You notice
- as if suddenly -
hard edges and places that
might cut -
pale skin
and soft innocence -
and you doubt.
Only later will you know,
When you look back at
my
rocky
instability
and your
will
to balance -
that this doubt
got you safely home
after all.
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