I know.

my mind is full —
racing,
flipping through the pages of remembrance.
she wants answers.
I want answers.

my body knows.
I know.

answers lie.
nothing is certain.
there are no formulas.
experience is wisdom,
as is birth.

I am born with what I die with —
wrinkles, scrapes, and scars occur in between.
signs of knowing they are.

my body knows,
even if my mind doesn’t.

so,
I know.