Since my youth, I have prayed for wisdom.
I am only wise enough to know how foolish I am.
What is my place, how do I belong?
What good are my thoughts that never leave my head?
Do I listen to others for their good or my own?
If I speak who does it prosper?
Who is the person inside I’m afraid to show?
Words fill my mind when I should be silent and hide when I should speak
What is this battle of wishing you could know who I really am and the fear of being known?
Written Nov 18, 2015