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.