Sometimes
We take things for granted
Until fear creeps in
Our foundations are shaken
We grasp
Desperate to find anything
Solid
To hold on to
To comfort us in our terror
But then
The fear passes
We return
To our state of blindness
Missing the gift
Of what we have
Our new found appreciation
Was only selfish
After all
We still don't see
What right in front of us
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