In Darkness, Grief.
Faith in sight is folly.
Too soon the once glowing day
Has become the Cimmerian night.
Loved ones have become mere shadows --
Umbral and indistinct.
It grieves me to think
That I may never again enjoy
The vision of a warm and loving smile.
I hear the voices clearer now
Than I've ever heard them before,
But without faces to tie them to
I may as well be lost in a dream.
There is no joy to be had
From the pity of others.
To be treated differently than before
Frustrates and angers me.
I am still a man with a mind,
Fettered by an inconvenient plight, true,
But I am not a broken heirloom
To be neglected on a dusty shelf.
Sadly, neither a faith in God
Nor faith in medical science
Will ever return to me
That which I both cherished
And took for granted.
It is more than just analogue,
It is the grief over a death --
The death of a part of my body
And a part of my soul.
No punishment from any deity is needed
Because I punish myself daily
For having a body that fails me
Steadily and inexorably.
But seen or unseen
I know I will never be truly blind
Until the day I can no longer see
The resplendent and inextinguishable light
Within others.
Ask me to dance. I dare you. 