I Can See Again
my vision is blurred
colors blend together
stuck together
opaque, unclear
i trip
i fall --
every movement
jumps
blinks
flinches
my vision is clouded
black becomes brown
green becomes yellow
thin, black lines on paper
appear blank…
blank…
blank…
white..
.
.
.
.
…
someone notices
my trips, my falls, my clumsiness
holds out hand
grasps it tight
and pulls me up
I can see again.
It is clear.
No longer does my paper appear blank.
Rather, precise lines are interwoven on the paper.
There are a million different shades.
Thousands of the same color.
Color.
I can define it.
I can touch it.
I can feel it.
It reaches out and I…
I…
I can see.
Edit: I've changed the second to last full stanza.
