Finding Wisdom Poem by Nina Ali

Deep into the night, with stars glittering in delight,
A blind soul has finally gained back sight.
Ripping pages from a diary,
Written by him who lived in misery,
Young and fresh yet out of luck.
Life mattered not when those pages were in the book.
Reading once more what was written,
Rendered shocked by the people, unforgiving.
With eyes forcefully opened to the truth,
With no second thoughts left to brew and bruise.
Now the pages are torn.
Marking lost souls reborn,
Words sung in magnificent tones,
Heard echoing to the depth of Rome,
There the Gods and goddesses seem to approve,
Of wisdom only found when the pages are removed.