My life a quest for knowledge.
I find it everywhere written in books of every kind
Even on bathroom walls.
I got smart enough to seek understanding.
For that I learned to read Braille.
I found it written by cuts tears and fractures on human hearts,
My own and those of my fellow man.
I extend my hand gently
I pray the next passage is not too deep
Seek Understanding
Precise and to the point. Describing perfectly the hurts we can see and read about and the unseen hurt we have to seek and there for the observing. I like your poem.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
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