A closed opening

Too afraid to answer questions we pose ourselves
Questions we are afraid to ask- if we are afraid to ask we know the question

Somewhere along the line we need to question
What we are and what we think

We toy with ourselves, tease and trick ourselves
Circling the real questions, touching
clawing and flying off like vultures eying up
A dying, striving, surviving corpse
it is where we all end

our methods do differ
some attack bash breaking themselves
against their own will stubbornly defending
their own door against themselves
not realising they are on their own side
others creep quietly by thinking avoidance is an answer
and that one day the questions………………will disappear

I believe each door is opened when it is ready
When the time and place is correct
the key fits, the numbers roll right for the combination lock

Knowing the questions is the start
Though you may not immediately understand
Let the answers come through your art
But as time passes by, the door will appear again
As you pass through life changes within and outside
Will make it feel right to step through
the door no longer barred and see that part of you
you need to trust and embrace

inside the room you will discover
so many doors opened already by you
to see your hidden and secret self

be strong and patient - do not rush time - nor should you wait
accepting self, not denying self
through every door there is a lesson a learning
you can share to help other people find their own internal peace