When You Cannot See

Seeing pitch black as I try to cross the room
Listening for any hint of sound to guide me
Tentative steps as I move from furniture pieces
Imagining the room as if only I was able to see.

Every texture leaves such an impression on my fingertip
Whether course or smooth is the material that I caress
Careful of the sharp, the hot, even the cold as I go
Each could change my journey with a seconds stress.

Oh to just give up the trek and confine myself to a chair
But alas what would that prove except that I am a quitter
No I force myself to place each step and continue ahead
Knowing that I do this for myself and a better future.

Ah yes, you know me by now and know that I have my sight
But what good if you don’t open the eyes to see from the heart
Connections are there that give more feeling than others know
So it is a struggle none the less to get a fresh start.

True the roads that I travel are ones that I chose
Emotions, feelings, desires and dreams for sign posts
I follow the leading of my heart and mind to guide me
It may well lead me ahead or leave me battling ghosts.


About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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2 Responses to When You Cannot See

  1. Phyllis Sears says:


  2. Beautiful….it grabbed my heart and my attention…you expressed some valuable truths so well, and with much grace….wonderful wise words within this poem….thank you…

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