I know

What I know is that I don't love you anymore
I know I remember the worst of us
I blame it on me being young
I blame it on the nineties
I know I love my son, the beach and the moon
I know there are times I am rearing my son with my fear
I am sorry about that
I am sorry that I have to
The world is a mean place
The world is heaven
I know that fear and faith can exist at the same time
I know folks will disagree
I am wonderful and beautiful and ugly and talented
I am my favorite flawed
I know it is no over
I know we are waiting for a fat lady to sing and end our misery
I know there is a God
She told me so
He kissed me on my cheek
I know the thought of my son has saved my life
Art makes me calm
I know I cannot sleep without setting a good free write free
I know there is nothing free about writing freely
I know I've lived too much life for it to mean nothing
I know the only way to stay alive is to breathe and breathe again
To let air in and hopefully it's clean enough to count
And let it out
Then start all over again