"I Don't Know"

a phrase that says so little and
screams so much
i don't know what i'm doing
most of the time
don't feel "together"
words falling from my mind
miss my glass-quilled pen
and crash upon the floor
i watch them blur through my tears
dear God
i don't know much
and i'm glad you know a whole lot more

Sundays

I'm supposed to know how to feel through my pain
I'm supposed to know how to do so much
because I'm older
but life doesn't recognize age
when pain's administered
calculatedly desired to take my breath away
and dear God
you're invisible through it all
help me to remember that there's more to my life
than the flesh I'm wearing.