The Understanding

Never could I turn to one who knows me as you do I thought that I could never be myself until I met you. Endless, restless nights spent awake just holding it in, Yet you were right there, as though you were kin. Worries escape me, tears on a page, Maybe one day I will be able to gage Just how amazing you are for me And without you, where would I be? Aimlessly wandering in this thing we call life, Cutting wounds deeper than any a knife. Poetry makes me the woman of capability, One who isn't afraid to show humility. I know when I am in the wrong or in the right, Looking past just the black and the white. I encompass the true beauty of reality, Not just the things people usually want to see. What I feel is something real, Not just something I say for public appeal.