Open Up

In the knowing, there really is no knowing

Certainty is more of a labyrinth

Indeed, how can any of us know what we know for sure?

I cannot believe that you hold no questions for your life

Rest assured that there is no horrid shame in questioning

It is the most natural thing to question what you know and who you are

We all have battles raging inside

Who we are versus who we are meant to be

Yet the questioning process is cloaked in shame

We confine our growth so that the battles remain a secret

Because not knowing, especially who you are, is shockingly vulnerable

And so, we walk around, skeletons of who we should be

Questions clinging with a frigid grip to our bones

Arms wrapped as a safeguard around our chests

Keeping questions in

Keeping life out



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