I sit by myself in thought, not because of sadness or loneliness
but because, I understand
I understand what inadequacy feels like,
i understand what loneliness truly is,
I understand what sadness in the depths of your being tastes like as it lingers on the top of your tongue
I understand what it’s like to be me,
I understand what it’s like to be you,
Knowledge may be the greatest gift, but as I cry in prayer every night
The Lord knows its burden I struggle to bear.