Who I Am

I can read a thousand books and i still won’t know

the secrets of the galaxy.

I can live a hundred lives and i still won’t understand

you.

I can write every thought I ever have on paper

and I still won’t be

a good writer.

I will probably never be good enough

for this world:

what it wants, what I want.

They contradict

the reality of who I am:

I am weak

Yet I am still brave.

And I will fall, again and again

but

I

will

rise.