I am walking the same streets that I have stumbled down more times than I can think,
but somehow this is different, on the brink of an epiphany...
I am waiting to see the funnel of colour all blended
into one, the light that I can hold on to,
guiding me as it has throughout my life
when the shadows don't conceal it.
Shifting those shadows is harder that most would believe,
but I know you appreciate how hard this is for me.
Ironic; when I was younger,
I chased my shadows,
now it is my shadow that creeps up on me.
My emotions are echoes of what they once were,
bright, colourful and distinguishable.
Now,
they are toneless hues.
I only know what I am supposed to feel,
if I were normal,
but the memories exist, so that I can almost taste the flavours.
So, tracing the footsteps that I have already created,
I know that the rainbow is there,
like it was before,
only now I have to trust your hand, and close my eyes.
My feet are taking me someplace,
and all my mind can do is hope that they know the way.
Concentrating on the rhythm of my footsteps,
I pace out the unfamiliar path that we etched long ago,
slowing my march to keep in time with my shadow.
Walking everywhere,
and getting nowhere,
and thinking the thoughts that mean
it would be more worthwhile to take backward paces.
Then, I round a corner,
and the cold wind blows me off course.
And I have to readjust, find new ways to cope...
but the pressure it hitting me head on.
I guess that this is life, and it is the life that you have chosen for me. So, like before, I will battle through the darkness, until my eyes bend to the dim light, and once again I will see.
