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[ epiphany of the blind ]

all this time i think
i refused to allow myself to be happy

i held on to my rage like a lifeline
only for it to scald me from within,
a rope cinched tight around my neck
pulled by no one but my own hands

all this time i think
i missed a lot of sunrises
because i drew my curtains shut
when dawn breaks over the horizon

imagine how many good mornings
i have whispered in the dark