Tunnel of
Uncertainty
Trudging though hollow
surroundings
Pressing on the superficial
Opening ones eyes
to ebony reminders
Encompassing fragility yet
grace
A striking awareness of my
blindness
Just hold me
See me
Don't speak so
harshly--critically
of that which you don't know
or choose not to see
I am all that I am
What more shall I be?
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