I know what I have learned,
Cover to cover.
There is no doubting
The knowledge has built up;
But these teachings,
These lessons,
Have they been engraved into my heart;
Have they been sown into my life?
If they are evident,
I my heart had been a canvas of a new life,
I am the one possessing the chance and opportunity
To delve into my soul
And find out.
I can search and find,
Only I,
The composition of the blood
Racing through my veins.
All which leads back to my heart.
The heart,
Is it one of joy and bright-light,
Or one of hypocrisy and evil?
I am the one possessing that answer.
I need to open my eyes
To see what's in my heart;
And accept what's there,
Not to question it,
As I constantly do.
I am the one that can open my heart,
Open my eyes,
and open my mind.
I need to watch the journey
And the dreams unfold--
To see where I stand.
As I meditate on the questions that have arisen,
All the mysteries that have been born,
And all the chaos of my heart,
I aimlessly tear away at myself.
Later I come to realize
That the questions have been answered--
Have been put to rest--
As my heart open and form the letters to a new lesson.
As I feel the marks across my chest,
I appreciate the new words
That have been slowly engraved and sown,
Feeling each stitch and dent,
Individually,
So as to remember the story behind each one.
Each word and lesson that pulled me together again
and gave me that focus
and answer i wanted.
