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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