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
~S~
