It Is Known

A poem written in response to a writing prompt, notices how internal feelings become belief—and how easily that belief is taken as truth.

In January, I joined a writing session hosted by Alix Klingenberg. She read Three Green Windows by Anne Sexton, and we were given the prompt, “I know what I know.” I wrote a much shorter version of this poem that day, but I kept returning to the idea behind it—how easily we trust what we feel to be true, and how quickly those feelings become decisions.

It is Known

Not with sight
sound or soothing words.

I form my impression
from an internal expression.

This sense
or mood.

Translates to
a decision.

A window to my soul,
from womb to tomb.

I see all, 
flashing.

The before, the now
and what looms.

Woven beliefs 
at a crossroad.

Closed doors open
slammed against walls.

Complete, 
in belief.

The utter truth 
is in me.

Here. 
Why can't you see?

The truth of all things. 
Pulled from deep seeds.

Needing 
no weeding.

All according to me.

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I value intuition more than you can know, but I also believe it grows stronger when it’s tested, questioned, and informed.

What do you trust first? What you feel, or what can you learn?