Saturday, November 28, 2009

Thinking Back

I used to envy
the way you made words
so very pretty
I thought it was
natural talent
something which
I never really
had
not with writing
at least
I used to wish
I could be
just like you
when you made
each word sing
with so much
emotion
I used to hate
myself
for not being
able to speak
or sing
with words
as sweetly as
you
until one day
I realized
a blind man
can easily describe
something he has
never seen
or get around
with directions
but only those
who are able to see
can easily find
a light
in an unfamiliar
room
and thankfully
I tend to go about
with my eyes
wide open

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