When I turn my eyes,
To a page of words-
Like bright metallic searchlights-
They come alive.
Like little leeches searching for blood,
They smell out my darkness.
They gather round the fog in my brain
And pierce it with their voices.
I hear their sing-song truths
Muttering in my ear.
And with the sudden realization
That I am exposed,
I am falling through air as thick as honey,
Wondering how the cliff
was only a step behind me.
My thoughts crash
Through a sinister roadblock
built too high to flow around.
Breathless.
Stunned.
Devastated.
…And so thankful that I can SEE.
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