Have you ever felt blind? Like someone pushed you out into the world, but blindfolded. I haven't. But I know people who have. Or people that didn't realize that for every bad feeling they put in the world, 2 good ones left. Here's the poem I wrote about that.

                                 My eyes were closed

to the world,

my heart

did not love

My feet walked

for no one but me,

and my hands

didn’t share

I was in the illusion

that everything was fair

My life went on,

and as it did,

I saw the world as it truly is

My eyes awakened

as my heart unfolded

Now my feet walk  for others

with my hands wide open

I have seen sorrow,

unfairness,

and loss

All with a heavy heart;

because my hands were still opened

and my feet still walked

As I lay in bed ,

wondering when it will end

I look out my window

and sigh

Amid the debris and destruction,

pollution and filth

There is one lone flower,

a glimmer of  hope.