I'm really not a huge fan of poetry. Like at all. When handed these sheets of poems I internally pouted. I really can't commit myself to submersing into creative works when I feel nothing for the collection of lines.
However, there were a few lines, that if taken out of context from the piece, further proceeded to be placed into context into my life, reached me in ways that you couldn't possible imagine.
From Bone, by Mary Oliver,
"I believe I will never quite know.
Though I play at the edges of knowing,
truly I know
our part is not knowing"
I don't know. I come close.
I'll have to settle for close.
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