The Journey Poem by Joanna Pavlides

One day God said
you will be blind
but I still want you
to walk through the woods
called life.

A little experiment
just to see
how you will cope
without a map
walking through the trees.

No map, just people
leading the way, sometimes astray
no wrong turns limit
no number of stops set
just walk

And then he said
no compass either
just laughter and tears
your passion and fears
with heartbeat dictating the speed.

The woods weren't dense
so I did sense
but being blind I had to rely
on my sixth sense
the butterflies

The order was
find what you want
and then come back home
but instead of treasure
I only found thorns

So I keep on walking
I'm half way through my journey
How do I find what I want?
I can't as I'm blind
Father, just bring me back home...