Blinded

I was blinded. Darkened by obstacles of unwanted dreams. Tripping over piles of anger and hate. I was pushed down, crushed beneath my own frustrations. Prying to get free. Twisted and tangled in my own past, only left to tie my blindfold of insecurities tighter. Searching aimlessly for tools to help mend my head. Reaching for acceptance on every ledge and every step. Knocking on doors at street corners, only to have the porch lights go out. But, because I was blinded I ran, Through dirt paths of hidden hopes and opportunities Stumbling past love and directions so clear that glass could not compare. With handouts of humbleness grasping at my fingertips, I let go. Sprinting to finish the race, My blindfold heavier then the burdens in my heart. And as I reached the end, I fell. Deeper then the valleys, falling faster with every cry I made. Grasping at the sides, holding tighter on to my blindfold The one thing weighing me down. And as I reached the cold bottom floor, I looked up to the light, Only to yell at whoever had let this happen. And with the taste of bitterness on my tongue I was reminded that it had been my blindfold and I all along.