
I know that I am weak
As weak as I have ever been
I know that I have scars
That never healed beneath my skin
I know my desires are fleeting
Though their consequence out lives the wind
But all this knowing doesn’t do much
If nothing I’ve learned sinks in
I have heard a lot of wisdom
and I’ve done my share in speaking
But if I am still found a fool
Then all my words are without meaning
I know
I know
That I know
a lot of things
But I think what I lack
is in the comprehending
It is a gift
I have learned
To gain understanding
So maybe I need to shut my wise mouth
And receive the gift you have been handing
I know that I don’t want to live
just “knowing” there is a better way
I want to understand what it is like
to experience a better day
I want to know
that I know
that I know
that I haven’t just known
but I
have changed
About the Creator
LizzieBeth Joy
a poet
learner
artist
musician
and seeker of the truth
- 21 -
currently employed at Target

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