Sight Regained

I was a blind woman walking among the dead, but I travel alone now, a swimmer in a black sea, unable to continue another futile struggle at the hands of hope's humiliation as I make love to the inner core of darkness, for nothing equals the power of your intensity. I struggle and I struggle and I struggle, but my treasure chest is now empty, and I have nothing left to offer, a beautiful temple robbed while secrets are well concealed within the palm of my hand although thoughts of your abuse yet linger...ambiguity at a costly price. My spirit is weary as the moon's equivocal language betrays me; I live in a glass menagerie where freedom speaks in her foreign tongue. No longer will I allow shadows to guide my lonely soul. What could be. What might be. What should be. No! What is! Vanity will never allow me to settle for second best. So I courageously confront demons who lurk within the realm of reality, who deceive my thoughts in an aggressive attempt to draw me in...again, but finally the anesthetic has worn off, and I view an abandoned street. I wear a guise as I dry my tears and understand... We don't always get what we come for.