The non-physical form of blindness (I speak of the self-inflicted kind) Might be cured by a little kindness And a slight opening of the mind Transforming victim into healer Along the road from night into day
Such measures are feared as radical (Things like the opening of the eyes) By the hidebound hypothetical Leery of light as truth-revealer Hoping unseen it might go away
Some people would almost rather die (Or perhaps rather live partially) Than to contemplate a butterfly If looking at bugs might make them see Something which pokes at their potential Giving pause by possibility Though it once felt right and would again Though they want it more than they could say
So rather than have their sight restored Afraid of what they might realize They settle down to be blind ...and bored (Though it once felt right and would again! Though they want it more than they could say!) Not seeing the raindrops for the rain
An excellent, advice filled write; well done! Wish I'd thought of it, as the StormSpinner, this would have been perfect for me...but it's perfect for YOU! As it should be. BRAVO!
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Chrissy
An excellent, advice filled write; well done! Wish I'd thought of it, as the StormSpinner, this would have been perfect for me...but it's perfect for YOU! As it should be. BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.