Being Open





Open

People are complex

Confusing

And perhaps we never

Truly know anyone

Barely even ourselves.

Yet without risk

There is only closed doors

And the blandness

Of a life not fully lived.

No one would ask

Or expect us

To trust fully

Yet there is joy

In a kind word given

A smile directed at us

And there can be

True comfort

And warmth

In an open

And honest conversation

With the potential

Of a new friend.

5.6.16 – Written in rehab.




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