*Put on blindfold*
The last thing I saw before perpetual night.
Was a lions figure in the clouds sketched into light,
So I guess a found the truth in time.
When it hit me...
As black does..
Everything became smaller.
Everything lost its order,
my eyes began to turn to face & brain,
and now I was a spectator watching the other senses game.
As my seeing stopped.
My hearing could pick up every decibel of a pin drop.
As I lost sight of my tears.
My nose learnt how to smell fear.
As my vision forgot how it behaves,
I begun feeling the folds within waves.
When I turned blind.
With no relation to anything metaphoric I was able to taste bitterness.
and for the first time in a long time,
I told the time without seeing it.
Truth be told. Time was saved.
I did not have to close my eyes to think any more, Nor did I need to close my eyes to focus.
and you may not know this,
but I've been told that once your inner eye has seen your inner self,
you find peace within.
So now I will hide away.
Basque in the glory of my ones with self. I will eventually accept,
and grow to reverence my lack of physical sight.
In my blindness I will learn to rejoice,
Even if it was by force and not by choice.
By Sophia Thakur
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