Why Am I Not Afraid of the Dark, Mother

Clinging to the edge of my bed, carefully i step down, and with tiny hesitant steps, i follow my brother's cry,now a smothered sob. Despite the familiar arrangement ,i almost stumble, i frown, the blackness cripples me,as i step out of my room,my heart does throb. I remember the time, when i slipped, lying hurt below the stairs, sobbing in a corner, more shocked at the realization of how helpless i was, rather than the feel of warm blood. They could not blind me more, my tears. why can't i see even a flicker, even a single color, why no cure, no cause? And then i hear your voice again, soft like the morning rays must be, illuminating my dark, gloomy world, flooding it with light that i have never seen. I have always known you are beautiful mother, for that i need not see, and now i remember the words you always say to me. The ships may be safe on the harbor, but that's not where they are meant to be, blind i may be, but only as much as i decide to be. I can hear,i can smell, i can feel, i can think, i have to be strong for you mother, i have responsibilities from which i cannot shrink. It might take me much more time, to do even simple things, but it is strange, sometimes the surprises destiny brings. I find myself in an a hopeless dark, in the middle of nowhere, and one day in the middle of that nowhere, i gradually discover myself.