trying to speed ahead your growth
is like trying to run on a sheet of ice
aWkWArd
DANGEROUS
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unwise
more often than not
you’ll land on your back
the wind knocked out of you
limbs shaking and unsure
sometimes the ground beneath you
just isn’t ready to thaw
so don’t run
don’t jump
and don’t ever lose heart
in the end
spring will come
in the end
you’ll arrive
maybe
shuffling and staggering
but still in one piece
maybe teetering and tottering
but not broken and bruised
be kind to yourself
when your ground is unsteady
for every tiny step matters
no matter how small
poems.