Rebuttal To "The Knowing" I am mesmerized by her as she speaks, and lays this precious gift before my feet. I am amazed by the continuing depth of her heart that I had already thought so infinite before. In fact, this trust she places in me humbles me, yet gives rise to my burgeoning pride, at the thought of someone such as she believing within me lies some small salvation. It was with some selfish reason before that I sought a place away from her each day. More concerned at the time with the loss I went through every time she shared, and then went her own way. It was to me, dying a thousand times as I watched her walk away and disappear into the eve. Though, each of these deaths, I still relive each day, I am stronger for those few moments that I am truly alive. I marvel in this act of knowing as she shares herself again, and I am lost once more in finding out what led her to this place. I will watch and listen as her story unfolds, and find myself in a world from which I never want to return. It is a place that is painted with the waver in her voice as she tells the tale that no one else has heard before. It is a lonely station sketched with the sadness in her eyes at knowing not which place to turn to find her peace. And in her eyes, as she opens up to me her world, is the pleading look, hoping for answers to calm her soul. I wish that I could steal away her troubling thoughts secreting them in some distant place…making them my own. What I would give to make the things she hides inside to disappear, never again to see the light of day. But, I can only bend my ear, and smile at her smile, and hope the hand of friendship guides her through the dark. I find I am more taken with this girl, as I learn even more. Though her visage be graced with beauty not common found, it pales next to that which finds its home deep within her soul. And she would say that it is weakness of which she speaks, as she rolls her eyes, and plays with whittled wood in her hand. Though troublesome, these tribulations she must face, they are the center of her strength, the catalyst of her grace, the very things that make her who I want to know. And, I do want to know her…peeling away each layer, pulling back the curtains that shade the reason of her being, discovering some new joy or quality that she is willing to reveal. For that new knowledge, I will find the task that much more difficult, to part ways for the day, or some day part ways for good. But, I will die those thousand deaths, even when they turn tenfold, for the chance to receive her gifts of truth and trust in the times we share…the times that see me truly live.
Reason for writing:
This is after I realized I loved Jody more than anything and was willing to suffer the agony of being around her even if it meant that we could not be...
Birth sign: Virgo
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