The knowing

my heart knows

I do not know how

or even why

I shake it and ask it to stop

I ask it why it is doing

what it does so blithely

without my permisson

I want to weep

to bang the ground and scream

It’s not fair

It’s not fair

It’s not fair!

I wait for reality to negate it

to prove my heart is false

but even with setbacks

my heart refuses

simply refuses

 to let go

of the knowing

what drives a soul to believe

even when the mortal body

cannot bring itself to do so?

what makes my heart know?

why does it hurt me so?

my heart knows

 it will not budge

it will not budge

it will not budge

though I beg it

though I plead

though I pray

go away

go away

go away

my heart knows something more

than I can comprehend

so in the end

I trust it

though I think my heart

quite insane.