Second sight
I twirled and rolled and twisted
I jumped and dragged and fought
But the path was faded, dark
Too overgrown, I couldn't see
I groped along finding my way
Stumbling along cursing the day
Why was I hear why was I born
what did this path have for me
I was never clean, the dirt of life
Clung to me, the choices and
Rocks had left their marks
But I had left mine too
Not good not clean
Marks that hurt and stung
Ones I never looked back to see
Blinded by my own mind
Then one day, light burst forth
Giving sight to what was long unseen
I cowered and hid....what trickery is this
Yet the flame burned inside me
Closed eyes could still see
The light had burned in me
I continued on stumbling along
Peaking behind a half cocked eye
On one such peak shock
Shook me to my very core
Outside the path of dark and weeds
A meadow bright, calling me
And as a first.... I stood still
Pondering this new sight
Was there more beyond this path
The dark overgrown I'd always seen
One small step, stumble free
Brought me to see the sight of life anew
A vision of wonder and green
Light and bright clear and free
I left behind all I ever comprehended
The way to go so overgrown
I knew then without doubt,
I drift, en route a new sight for me
Escape for myself
In haste I'm already striding
Only know where I'm at
Not where I'll be, but I can finally see
But am I running from that... I cannot
back to dark and dirt is not the way
Struggling to put one foot in front
The way now so clear the path so bright
And still I follow my less perilous path
To wherever it might be leading.
And well it may, onto something new,
And strangely more inviting.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem