Mending

Moving forward, blind to any obstacles that may threaten my heart. My eyes strain to see such obvious pain. My ears listening intently for the sound of a deafening silence. My hands extending in trying to feel or grasp what I cannot see nor hear. I pause, stand quietly still, close my weary eyes, lift my chin, and still... listen. A whisper so faint disrupts my ear so clear. My hands drop and brush against my sensitive skin and a heavy sigh of relief escapes my lips. My heart, blind as it may seem, is safe and sound from undue harm, as long as my mind is set free.