I chose to be blind. It was easier that way. With eyes closed like a window shade I refused to see the truth. No light could come in and warm my broken heart. Some burdens are too heavy to bear all at once, or alone so I did not look. I threw away my map and I gave no glances to the east nor to the west. Not knowing was the only comfort I could grasp. Fumbling in that kind of darkness....is a long walk to any light. So denial became both my friend and my enemy...engraved in one shroud of regret, that hurt to wear, and was even more painful to take off. I can see that now, but in the midst of the storm, I was blind.
This was written for Kerry's Wednesday challenge at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads.
It is my attempt at a prose poetry piece....a big weakness for me. This is something I really went through and never want to have to face again. The only thing worse than our heartaches in life...is our children's.