The fear of the unknown

The unknown grabs me
twists my guts
and turns them around.
Not knowing the outcome
locks me to the ground.

It grapples me
to the hooks of routine
accepting what is
for the ordinary thing.

It makes me want to stay
where I should be leaving
and be afraid of doing
what might be the right thing.

It ties me down
in my very place
unable to move
and unable to cave.

I complain and complain
of all the unjust and not fairs;
yet I am unable to break
the chains and burdens that I bear.

I blame the circumstances
and all the people around me;
But what I fail to see is
I am used to this routine!

The unpredictable unknown
asks for strength and trust.
To break the patterns
this is a must.

Knowing this very well
that embracing unknown
is how I will grow and evolve.
Yet, the comfort of routine
is where I always fall!

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