Happy April the 11th.
With vision loss comes a unique array of emotions. With each emotion comes a journey through the past, followed by a quick glimpse of today. So much to think about with so many options involved. So long are some of the days, yet so quick the nights.
Oh my! That sounds like a poem, right? I better cut and paste while the cutting is good. Grin
Anyway, like I was saying, vision loss, blindness, teaches the senses a perspective untold with sight. It becomes an instructor, yet at the same time, it is the student. I imagine with a different vision these days, and I lie in bed at night arranging my dreams, for they are becoming such a vivid and descriptive movie in my mind.
Life doesn’t seem easy sometimes, or fair, but it does allow for an opportunity with each new day.
I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I’m starting to learn where I have come from, and where I am.
This is the eleventh poem of the month, and thanks once again for stopping by Surviving.
And away we go!
So Much, So Many
A poem by DP Lyons
Frustrations build from deep within
A past darkened by night
Clinging tight to yesterday’s song
With hopes of finding the light
I searched for your eyes, for your voice, for your touch
I gazed where you once used to stand
I remembered that smile that lit up my room
And the footprints we left in the sand
In the blink of an eye, at the drop of a hat
As quick as a cricket can be
Everything vanished without a trace
I was left with my fears, and me
So much of my past came flooding in
, so many memories rushed by
So badly I wished I could open my eyes
And look up at an endless sky
I longed for the hue of a morning’s dawn
I pined for a rainbow or two
I craved the shadows dancing about
I missed the morning dew
The dandelions painting an endless field
The majestic mountain views
The rolling waves as they crashed to the shore
So many visions to choose
I flipped through a book of a world gone by
A hint of what once used to be
I whisper out loud as I lower my head
I then close my eyes, and I see