Sunday, February 22, 2009
e is for endure
the end is near
the light can be seen
just steps ahead, many but finite
but suddenly things have changed
what lies ahead is no longer clear
as if i had momentarily become long-sighted
no longer is the path defined
no longer am i led ahead by somebody
like your white cane is snatched away and your eyes are thrust open
happy but fearful
being in control yet insecure
i grope around for a map and yet there is none
i thought i knew the way but i no longer do
where do i go from here? what do i do from now on?
i ask questions that no one i know can answer
i seek a path that cannot be told
what am i looking for? what do i want?
i am forced to feel my way around
i am forced to wait
what comes my way
dictates where i go
embark on a journey
that i know nothing about
keeping my secrets ; for her
- 1:27 PM
