I once was blind but now I see. In sight I went blind, and in my blindness I stumbled. I fell and blamed the darkness, my eyes, and the uneven ground. I got up and continued to fall over. I never learned until I fell down the stairs to let go of my pride. I needed to accept my disability and make up for it with another ability. My pride made me blind. By letting go I left defeat with the dust I fell in. In humility I got past my weakness. I gave up hurting myself by blaming myself. Lost my ego. My sight returned as I accepted my fault and got past it.
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One Last Star
PoetryThe future only comes with the overcoming the past. I write these with a emotional, spiritual and personal meaning. I leave the interpretation and speculation to the reader.
