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.
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