BLIND

Hold my doubtful hand

With your hand I cannot see.

Sometimes I feel

Like I have an imaginary friend.

I walk through my life

Toward an intangible goal;

Toward an intangible being;

WITH an intangible being.

Blind faith now encompasses “ME”.

I am blind faith.

I am blind hope.

I am blind trust.

I am a blind search

For something I am blind of.

Where am I going?

Why am I going?

None of it makes sense.

Yet I walk on.

Through it all,

I hold to it all.

I’m still blind.