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the fear of a wandering mind
by Kara Lynn
Why do we fear the wanderings of our mind? we do not
Why do we balk at the questions of our heart? questions are superb ingredient’s to growth. they do, sometimes, require other’s opinions; relish in those sort’s of quizzes – explore! %^]
As a little girl, I was full of questions. if there is a coed club, we might be charter members. JOY
What is heaven like? think satisfaction, the feeling received after a job well done; with sunlight.
What does God look like? this’s completely up to each one of us, keep seeking, you’ll see.
Why do I have so much acne? we all do; we grow out of it in time.
Who will I marry? why worry about that? you’re how old?
Is the Bible all true? it is for me, and my family.
Why do Christians think it’s wrong to curse? He has ears to hear; cheating when the teacher’s see?
What are the really bad curse words? all of them; like tiny sinning in relation to bigger, it’s still sin.
As a kid, they’re welcome. not everyone think’s that way, good that you do.
Questions are like beautiful gems that we grasp for as children. as leafs, worm, sunlight, a clue.
We want to know and learn and so we ask. “you are in the right club.”
We don’t settle for half-truths. “…”
Innocence is welcome in society. beware of advantage takers, they are quite common.
We’re new to the world so our choice of navigation isn’t laughed at. true, by those that matter.
But then you grow up and all of that changes. ‘m 50 in six, took me that long. learning all the time.
Suddenly I’m the one who is supposed to have all the answers. for who?
Innocence is mocked and even shamed. “not by those that matter.”
We’re supposed to have experience, to know. “…”
And I don’t. patience not only is a virtue, endurance is more important, sheeeit happens, deal.
My heart screams with the cry for answers , but questions now feel risky. by whose account?
Confidence in the world is a must, but a wandering soul? a ‘world’ isn’t what we want a part of.
Adults don’t question. “…” ‘ve tons of questions; those who just accept stuff, aren’t very smart.
Questions are for the ignorant, I am told. We’re supposed to follow the mold, WHOSE MOLD?
to fit in, to know and to know with confidence. was that a question? confidence in a ‘fit in’ society makes one part of whatever society they wish to conform into. be bold, be alone, don’t think you ever have to prove anything; apart from family, some teachers, band directors, God, yourself.
You are supposed to follow the pattern, to find that job with good money, to move out, to know the first and next and final steps. yes, we can live like that: the follower. that road might be good for sheeple; and that’s sufficient for themselves; don’t you want more out of the ten decades down here?
Anyone is accepted, or so I’m told. who said that? you were lied to.
Until I don’t fit your convictions, until we disagree, and then that policy doesn’t hold. ?
But guess what? oh goody.. what?
Questions = answers = 1+1 doesn’t always equal two; no sir, no sir…
Silence = the collapse of growth – “silence is golden – it’s when introverts grow better…”
Silence, it’s a little thing, and yet we don’t realize how damning it is. where’d that come from? “…”
We don’t realize how utterly and completely damning those hidden questions are that we’re too frightened to ask. ask away; or be like a turtle, recede into safety. who’s this ‘We?’
Questions are not the end, but the beginning. Questions won’t stunt my growth in adulthood
it excels me.
Questions do not mean we are lacking; but continually seeking to be stronger in our convictions then we were. now you’re getting it.
So questions, you will not be silenced. until answered…
You will be embraced. pick ones without thorns.
“i hope i didn’t bring you down…”