Blindness comes in many forms,
its shackles smooth
with links like lace.
The sweet constraint is my delight
as its embrace holds me so tight!
When ‘er some fool disturbs my ease,
I rise with fierce proclivity,
to set them straight or eliminate,
this source electric
that wakens things
that I had hoped would sleep and snore.
This shocking current that swept within,
has shone a light on all that’s dim.
The shackles bind and links they grind,
as now my monsters make life unkind.
I find the rawness in my throat
feels almost if I just might choke.
The cry within just wants to rage,
to lash out blindly and break my cage.
But I have learned that if I dare,
release what’s there and be so bare,
I’m only sickened, by this “me” so rare.
Yet now a hand that’s brave and kind,
is by my side and helps me unwind.
This one is sure and wavers not,
he seems to think what I can not!
He paints a “me”, I think I’ve lost,
this one is bright and laughs a lot.
This “me” that’s lived beneath my cage,
has been invited out on stage!
I’ve always dreamed that I could dance
but didn’t believe I had a chance,
until today I breathed again – and see!
Author – Bill Tidsbury