iridescent ;; poems

haze

once i was blind.

i spent my days in a gray haze, unaware of everything.
i was so wrapped up in my perception of reality
that i didn't even realize that i was missing colour.

some days were grayer than others.
those days when i knew nothing but darkness.
those days when i drowned in my own tears.
those days when i wanted to disappear, fade into the smoke.

some days were lighter than others.
those days when i could breathe easier.
those days when i thought i heard a bird call.
those days when i might have seen a whisper of colour.

but one day, i saw someone else in the haze.

i didn't know him, but we approached each other.
i felt that he had a haze as well, though i couldn't be sure
through my own gray tones.

i didn't know if i could do anything for him
but i extended my hand
and he extended his
and the haze disappeared in an instant

for the first time,
i saw colour
and i saw

him

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afterthought:

i don't know if his haze cleared as well
but i hope that i did something for him
at least