Tuesday, January 27, 2015

darkness


blind in your own way,
with your white
cane and dog you move
slowly through the dark
world, this cave
of no light
you live in.
everyone wants to help
you. the braille
of faces
tells you they are sad.
I'm fine you say,
don't worry. this too
shall pass. I just
need to get through
February.

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