Before there was knowledge, there was need
Every line and action, an endurance test
Choices were made from necessity
Over time, so meaning could find a home
Mistakes weren't erased, but lost their edge
In listening to myself, truth could surface
No outcome being a surety
Gradually, I became what I needed 

Hand there's me thinking the poems might ease off! Apparently not, as the Poetry profile gave another prompt I had to have a go at. Here's their Poet's Corner May entry!