What Lay Inside

Like a book that has been read time and time again, Those who understand, bear outer markings of their pain within. For total understanding is not something we gain, But rather something we accept, and choose not to explain. For when you attempt to explain what you do not know, You often picture the past, and miss where the future is set to go. Like a book, tattered and worn, Most will move to toss it aside. Yet some will know that though the pages are torn, There is something special that lay inside.