Why ask the questions?
Am I ready to accept the answers?
What if I discover I’ve been wrong all along?
What if there is no respite in the end?
What if love is really a fantasy?
What if DNA is a lie?
Is it merely a construct built by engaging minds?
Can we really trace who we are?
Or are not?
Do we care?
Aren’t we all in “it” together anyway?
"Ellecee"
Inspired by today's prompt fromimaginary garden with real toads
A note:
I want to say to each and everyone I have shared this month of poetry with
Thank You!
Although I didn't manage 30 poems, I enjoyed sharing this time with you.