MY CROSSING

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Start your story or poem with the following:

Crossing the border of the unknown...

MY CROSSING

Crossing the border
of the unknown...
has been a noisy, confusing event
Joining this large family-in-progress
is for me like crossing a border
of my unknown.
You never really know someone
until you share their kitchen,
their laundry room,
their lifestyle,
up close and personal.
Everything you've been taught--
no matter how suspect
you know it to be--
is called into question.
As I hunt-and-peck
my way through the new,
toward sanity once again,
my crossing the border
into this new life
has been neither calm nor quiet
as I howl my way
through the undiscovered
searching for order and a smile.