Blind World

There were times

I wished my heart would stop

There were moments

I wished the clock would stop

There were hours

I wished the world would stop

Not a thing was still

All I was, was nothing

Unseen... the part of the picture

That escapes the eye’s curiosity

Unable to leap out of the negative

The part that played no part

There and not

 Not a soul knew my soul

And then

Time beat my chest

Until the rhythm of its seconds

Resuscitated my will

until the earth, the air, sound…

everything was new

 The depth of life was stronger than my own sobriety

I closed my eyes, 

drifted in darkness

And complained of a blind world

until I finally opened them enough to see

the sky's bright eyes

that were always watching over me