sometimes
the hand you reach for
is not the one
who is going to help
you get over
the side of a cliff.
it seems right
at the time,
dangling a thousand
feet above the ravine,
your life in the balance,
but they don't have
your best interests
in mind.
having done so many
climbs,
you are more wise
these days,
and so you wait patiently
for another hand,
a stronger rope to arrive.
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