Unrest of Spirit
To lose your sight at any age; such bad luck, such misfortune
Feeling your life has come to an end, when all you need is a loyal friend
You feel like a prisoner within your own frame, unable to venture outside again
No incentive to carry on, as surrounded by blackness, your eyesight has gone
But wait, just open up your mind to see a shining light
She is Bella; she’s your guide dog; she’s your eyes; she’s your eyesight
As you start a life in tandem, at a slightly slower pace
With Bella by your side you can return to the human race
19th November 2018
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Competition: Unrest of Spirit
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2018
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