#2: What the eye cannot sense

The darkness that engulfs me
Seems nothing but an extension
of the darkness that fills me from within
And today has oozed out
of every crevice, every pore
and threatens to swallow me whole.

I relied on my sight for everything.
Now how am I to navigate these paths
strewn with disappointments of my yesterday
and doubts for the new tomorrow?

And even as I stumble long
not just beaten and brusied
but also scared and confused,
I can hear
the courage in my questions,
the tinkle in my talk,
the hope in my songs
urging me to walk along.

And I can taste
the saltiness of my sweat
the sourness of my defeats
the sweetness in letting go
of my ideals of what life should be
and instead, nibble on what is.

And as you reach out to hold my hand,
I feel the solidness of your beliefs,
the fragility of self doubt,
the roughness of your dreams
as you choose to walk right beside me.

And as the breath fills my lungs
I smell the ashes of yesterday gone by,
the freshness of tomorrow that will be,
and though my sight be gone, for now,
the sounds, the tastes, the touch, the smells
Seem to shine a light on the darkness within.