born blind and raised as such
even though
the sound of pale white light assaults our ears
the delicate violets we know to be near
the ice satin touch of a heart that is dear
can direct the man
through hollow doors
and keep him all as one.
although his vision's razor tight
he still cannot behold such light
that overcomes this darkest night
of our very experience.
the day will come
when his eyes will open
and
like a newborn with the sun
his empty thoughts will cease to run
and the blindness will be done
as his sensing knowledge comes to be.
About the Creator
Barb Dukeman
After 32 years of teaching high school English, I've started writing again and loving every minute of it. I enjoy bringing ideas to life and the concept of leaving behind a legacy.
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