The Child Knows But Hasn'T Felt Poem by Jenna Dandurand

I need love
to feel the burn of hate.
I need friends
to feel the remorse of enemies.
I need knowledge
to feel the emptiness of ignorance.
I need family
to feel the echo of lonliness.
I already know
that good things
will always turn around
when they finally
settle down.
I already know
that things change
too fast.
I am but a child,
and I haven't felt
anything.
But I will.
I will.
The good can't be felt
without the stabs
of bad.