The Art Of I Don't Know

An abstract poem encapsulating my frustrations of the past two years, having been lead on a wild journey that seemingly had no conclusion.

The Art Of “I Don’t Know”

There was a time and distant place

Where I thought it was all a race

Doing what I could to keep the pace

Drug down like a noose was laced

Around my neck a bolder heavy

Having learned his lesson plenty already

But somehow it was my fault you hid your husband

Somehow my fault for being homeless after brutality and abuse

My fault for being held hostage in facilities unknown to me

I don’t know I say from my hip

The only fitting words from my lips

It has a way that flows

There are plenty of “I don’t knows”

Yet somehow the shade lavender lied

Yet I pray she found the healing I sought for on better 

conditions

She understands abuse as I do

Sometimes questions left unanswered are

I pray her eyes are not far

I hope one day you choose to be honest with me

But until then

We shall wait and see

Author's Note

This is the first thing I've written since being gone for a while. I hope you enjoy it; it's something a little different from my usual style of writing.

Reviews

[Jansy]

Kane, this piece breathes like a confession caught between heartbreak and healing. The repetition of I don’t know feels less like confusion and more like surrender....the kind of wisdom that comes when the heart has wrestled with every answer and found peace only in silence.

“my fault for being held hostage in facilities unknown to me”....cuts through the noise and exposes the truth of survival. Yet you still offer grace, still wish healing upon the one who hurt you. That’s not weakness, that’s alchemy.

You’ve taken uncertainty and turned it into art...proof that sometimes not knowing is its own kind of knowing.

With respect and resonance,
James

[Kane Hagwood]

Thank you for your kind and thoughtful review, Jansy. This poem was me attempting to squeeze out every last bit of uncertainty from a previous chapter in my life. You're completely on the nose with how you've examined my poem. A "confession caught between heartbreak and healing" is a perfect way to put it.

Again, thank you for your kindness and empathy, and this wonderful review you've gifted me.
-Kane

[Kady R.]

Hiii Kane,

What a powerful peice. "Yet somehow the shade lavender lied" was so beautiful said. How terrible it is to be in the position of life that has dealt for you. I understand going through abuse and healing isn't easy. But there's hope out there somewhere.

Here's to hoping.
Kady

[Kane Hagwood]

Hey, thank you for the review on my poem! And glad you enjoyed it :) I'm currently on a new chapter of my life, so here's hoping that the hope I'm looking for *is* out there, somewhere.
-Kane

[Kady R.]

Here here 🤗🤗🥰🥰