“I keep telling people
that they are gonna be okay,
Yet I don’t know
when I will be okay”
Such a dreadful existential question
That keeps haunting me
But there are no solutions to be found
No certain answer to be had
When compassion directs its light
Toward my self, inside my self
Then finally I know
Sometimes, unfinished business
Unanswered questions
And unresolved conflicts
Are there to be accepted
Not to be answered
By embracing them, I move on
Bearing the burden, heavy and tired
Yet I stand still