Blind Poem by Chris Townsend

Once again to the breach, this position to hold,
As a little boy, strong in body, this story to unfold,
Courage is like the drug of every soul,
It feeds our addiction, out of body the goal,
Our bitterness this drug to feed,
As one more journey, this tiny little seed,
As first steps are taken this place to leave,
This passing place, this blackness to grieve,
In darkness I can be alone,
In this cage, I can find my home,
In my peace this inner sanctum, I am free to say,
God help me, for in this quiet, I prey,
One day things may be entirely as I seek,
Into my inner mind’s eye, my future I peek,
If you look you must surely find,
Light in this darkness, food for the blind,