Peripheral awareness
• She sits on the edge of maybe,
where dreams drift off and just begin.
No map, no compass in her hand,
but still the courage to stand still.
She softly says, “I do not know,”
and that is all she has to show.
But in that quiet, open name,
there lies a truth without a claim.
She is no riddle to be solved,
no path that must be clearly drawn —
but a story growing gently still,
in doubt, in hope, in morning’s dawn.
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Peripheral awareness
• She sits on the edge of maybe,
where dreams drift off and just begin.
No map, no compass in her hand,
but still the courage to stand still.
She softly says, “I do not know,”
and that is all she has to show.
But in that quiet, open name,
there lies a truth without a claim.
She is no riddle to be solved,
no path that must be clearly drawn —
but a story growing gently still,
in doubt, in hope, in morning’s dawn.
As always, a huge thanks to those who stop by to view, fave and or comment! It is truly appreciated... 🙏 ❤️