Belief

Beyond words I could never speak and visions I could never see, there is a belief, a faith, that I could not reach. Tethered to this reality by unknown aggression and unvoiced hurt. I wonder at unanswered questions, but am I the one turning from the answers? Am I the one refusing to see what is so clear? Do I blind myself with the things I don't wish to accept? Do I close my ears to the things I'd rather not hear? But who are you to say what I should believe? Who are you to give answers you don't know? To show the things you've never seen. To speak what you've never really heard? If my belief or lack-there-of is such a crime what makes you think you're the one to judge?