Not Knowing

Not knowing is painful for sure

But knowing for sure can be painful, too

Waiting forever for the cure

But never looking somewhere new

Complaining because of not knowing

But not researching  the solution

Not looking it up, because growing

As a person would entail a resolution.

Knowing would come with a definite;

Not knowing is a more prolonged distress,

It's less of a pain if I am hesitant;

Imagine the pain from a bandage undressed.

No. Absolutely not. Comfort is familiarity.

An open wound can breathe, but it bleeds

Although new and wonderful it might be,

Unless it gets the kind of attention it needs,

It holds the possibility for destroying me.

I   can   feel   my   starving     ignorance     as    it    feeds.

Author's Note

Constructive criticism is appreciated :)