Set Me Free

Here before me is a dilama.  An enquiry into fate and a searching for the means to understand.  For I have a need.  And a want. 

I have a life scratching at my door.  To open this door is so simple.  Though locks of all shapes and sizes adorn this door, I see now that most of them are just for show.  Pinned upon the door to be paraded.  Up for show, so that not just the world can see them and be warned, but also for my own comfort.  They are the rusted and wasting time pieces of a lost place.

Here upon my breast, I have worn the so called scars of my youth.  My ignorance and the bestial decisions that have kept me going.  For though I can say in all honesty now, that the time is long past to hide from the world, I have been shunned by fate, been handed my own portion of the Shit pie to somehow swallow and digest.

Is my heart able to love?  Im quite sure it is. indeed I have proved this to myself and surely to the query of others.  But there is a deeper question, asked in nessecity, that soorly requires my attendance.  Just what have I proved?  And though I have gained much, What indeed have I actually learned?

One thing has been tought to me throughout my time.  One lesson at least holds true.  To overcome, to conquer, you must apply yourself in all entirety.  This must be tackled head on!  If I am to find the peace of knowing, the assurance of experiance, then this hardship must be explored.  

Because this is hard.  Because it hurts.  Because I dont wish this for myself, I flee.  Because of this I see now that it must be done.  Besides, when all is said and done, the locks, they where all just for show.  When push comes to shove, this dilama, this one fear upheld so high, will look me in the face and laugh.  Will mock me and torture me, because in the twinkling of an eye, all things will be made clear, and the want that I was hiding will set me free.