You've been as good,
And solid and true
As any white cane could be-
But this treacherous heart
That beats within
Won't stop asking me for color
I wish you'd believe
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To shut out that voice
That screams to me
To stop what I am doing-
And to set myself out free
I try to argue
That it's thanks to you
I can step on solid ground;
That it can't be denied
With you in hand
I feel so very safe
I know that it technically isn't so-
Or that it shouldn't be, either way
But even if people say that I have
Become dependent on you;
I do not mind, I truly don't-
That's not why I'm saying goodbye
Indeed if the truth were to be told
I am so very afraid
It's been so long
That I stood on my own-
I don't know that I
Know how to do it anymore
Still. Even if I could
Quench that thirst
To see the light
And experience color,
There is one query
I cannot silence.
I have no words
For when she asks
Why I keep
My eyes shut tight-
When I know it's true,
As you do too-
I am not really blind.
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Campfire - And Other Poems
PoetryA collection of poems exploring every emotion this young medic's heart has beat to, and then some. All works are copyright protected - do NOT reproduce or reprint without explicit permission.
