The Palette

The tentative steps you take is that of a baby learning to walk you feel your way around bumping into things half swearing, when you bump into a chair you can’t remember that chair being in that particular place the sounds you hear paint a vivid picture in your head but since that day everything is shrouded in black you call to mind those pink roses and the purple petals you use to smell, it brings a smile to your face you still dream in color even though your sight has been taken away you paint your day in every color that’s on offer on your palette you draw your strength from the fact that you are still alive and the fact that others were not so lucky…