20/20
20/20
“I know there’s a pattern there somewhere,”
I shrugged sadly and gave her the ‘paper,
“but I’ve recently discovered that I can’t see,
and now the news is just braile to me.”
Yes it came as a shock when the doctor
told me that I was blind,
Though of course he was quite professional
and did his best to be kind.
“But I can see you now,” I said.
“You only think you can,” he said.
You see {if you’ll forgive the pun}
when of the Senses missing’s one,
the Others struggle to make up the difference,
The Neural Network rewires itself, develops hithero
undeveloped formations,
neurons link and merge to create
a complicated composite
picture in the brain.
So you only think you can see my face,
here, you’d better have this white cane.”
Even the familiar streets looked strange now,
as I went tapping with my cane,
now that I knew that eye was blind,
nothing looked the same.
It made a kind of sense though,
why all my life
Others would see
things the way I never could.
Or why that old lady
helped me cross the street
that time,
even though I was just
waiting for a bus.
(She seemed so very insistant
I didn’t want to make a fuss.)
So I shrugged off my Depression,
brave resolved to face my fate,
And I went home and looked at the flowers,
and they still sounded great.
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The Reverend Hellfire is a practising performance Poet and an ordained Minister. Donations gratefully accepted.
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