Poem: Big Scary World Outside

Sometimes
I look out my window
and I see the neighbors' kids
at play.

I remember the time
when I wish
I could do the same
inside looking out.

And now I'm glad
that the cycle of
isolation is broken.
Patterns do not repeat.

The world is a scary place.
But if you are paralyzed by fear
it will always
be terrifying.

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