blind hope

The words come out:

said like staring into dark while

blind; pretending to see.

You’re saying that she’s wrong,

but you don’t know how deep

she’s dug

to get to the bottom

of hope.

This is where she closes in,

shuts her eyes to the noise

between the light of

dawn and day.

Says she’s blind, but she sees.

She’s been here before,

eyes adjusted

looking into a darkness known;

realized;

familiar.

Your secrets are safe with her so

don’t race your heart, love,

this is how she sings

her songs.

For here freedom rings out like a melody,

bells - telling us of how she

found hope amidst cloudiness;

clarity in despair.
Lights in dark places; fading
shapes we try to hold on to.

And you`re wandering, looking

for her

in every possible disguise.

But we all live,

and hope,

and dream for this.

We love,

and fight,

and we die for this.

So she wedges in a little more,

lips parted,

wondering how to voice these calms.

And you’re coming to, so slowly;

entering  into a blind awakening.

There is vision in blindness.

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