I Don't Know How

I don’t know how to sew a corner
On a quilting piece.
I don’t know how to sleep all night
And get that sweet release.

I don’t know how to throw away
The relics of the past.
I don’t know how to let things go
From hurts that shouldn’t last.

I don’t know how to interact;
The old ways just don’t work.
I don’t know how to pull the plug
On chores I’d rather shirk.

I don’t know how I’ll make it through,
Though others have it worse.
The only thing I know for sure
Is how to end this verse.