Sight


Blindly, yet boldly she goes.
Fumbling her way through the dark.
She can't see, but she makes her way.
Effortlessness is a forgotten whimsical memory.
Feeling her way through the blinding reality that has become her life .
Numbly she propels herself forward toward the light.
The sun warms her face.
Her eyes open.

Clarity gives her new sight.
Her eyes open.
She sees.
She feels.

Aware and boldly she goes.
She pieces herself back together one painful stitch at a time.
Her fingers bleed from the time and care it takes.

She is her whole self again.
Uncompromised.
Unbroken.
Unapologetic.
Never to be blind again.

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