Blue Hole
I've always had this fascination with becoming blind.
I think sometimes that's why when I walk I find
myself running my hands over every little thing,
seeing what it feels like so I'll know what it is.
What scares me the most is that if you can't see,
you never know where your hand will be.
You may find it in a hole that's ten feet deep.
It glistens dark blue and has this energy
that sweeps you up and pulls you inside
to a magical world where you can hide.
You're away from the world, surrounded by blue
and trying desperately to get back to feeling more “you”.
Then, one day you find that you can climb your way out
and you no longer need to feel fearful or doubt.
So you play in this world, surrounded by blue,
having eyes that can't see but a heart that is true.
When finally, it's time, you feel a gentle buzz,
you come back to the world and join the rest of us.
I close my eyes and run my hand over a hole.
I pretend that it's blue and has that same pull.
I imagine myself getting swept far away
into a magical land full of love and play.
Written May 30, 2021
Copyright © Madeline Weyand | Year Posted 2021
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