“losing vision, lost her sight.
it is a feeling, once thought is manifest;
touch, it’s tangible.
pain is no more real,
unless real is the person to witness strain.
it is truth though,
that once life is shared,
it seeks a being from which sharing comes.
and when sharing does not knock;
to see, to feel,
means all the less.”
“the silence is more than the everything we cannot articulate.
in silence, the unimaginable dream takes flight.”
[my art is words… sharing them makes me uncomfortably vulnerable.]