In plain sight,
there this translucent, lurking figure
stand proudly beside me
as I walk to the door that intimidates me so.
Have I met it?
I do not know.
This feeling
in the pit of my stomach
makes anger almost regurgitate
and blind my eyes in aquatic depression.
Have I seen it?
I do not know.
But anymore,
I know not what I do.
I know what I don't know,
but still confused of what I do know.
Have I known it?
Even, that I do not know.
But how does one know
something they do not know,
unless they knew it before?
©LJ
22 April 2014
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