I see with blinders on, obscuring what should be clear
Looking left to right, I strain to see what I am passing by
Only to be met with dark maleviolent emptiness
So in anger I do nothing but forge forward.
What happened to me that I should be so blinded?
Unable to sense that, that is around me.
Sensitive to each nuance of emotion that I feel
But unable to share clearly the meanings.
I hurt: I anguish over the least problem, perhaps
complicating them a thousand fold, unable
to puzzle out how to simply look left and right
and see clearly with out fearing rejection.
The answer I am told is to simply do what you wish
Say what you feel and all will be well
But I am afraid of every offering, of every effort
That it be met with coldness or indifference.
So, do I stop my efforts, or cease my offerings?
No, thats not me, or who I am. I am a loving, kind and caring person, learning to love again.
In a world that has forced me to see with blinders on.
With the help of loving, patient friends, I will lift the corners of my blindess, trying to understand what the world looks like all around
me without------ my blinders on.
amawitch/2007
