Loss  & Gain

Most of my life, it could be defined,

Not in physical but in wider sense  than wide,

Now you see it, now you don't.

I  kind of  remained blind.

An awful handicap,

I could not possibly  hide.

That made me rely on others for a guide.

 

Standing at the edge of a street,

As I contemplated, not knowing what stood in front,

Or which direction I should head.

Hoping it all, I would get none of it wrong.

 

Whilst my handicap kept me in the dark,

I got to be frank.

This much I knew: that

I did not know

How many were eager to help,

And How many declined

And walked away,

Leaving me behind. 

 

And amidst those who offered,

I did not have a clue,

Who was a good Samaritan,

And who had a  cruel heart,

With intent my person to hurt.

 

One day as feared,  I was led to urban wasteland.

And received a bump on the head.

Was it a metal or hard rock,

I could not tell, my neck that broke.

And with that,  I lost the ability to walk.

But nonetheless, the attack,

 kicked in to shape and turn alive an organ

That was out of use and long gone.

The white nictitating membrane,

A  veil, a sort of thick pithy rind,

That had hitherto prevailed,

To keeping  shrouded my mind,

Came off, and my inner sight,

For the first time was set alight.

Alas! I the old  gullible,

Now began to see people 

For what we really are - 

Observe if you like, and at length scribble,

Words would be ineffable,

To describing us walking evils,

Our wickedness albeit at times for the naked eye invisible.

 

Copyright Haileselassie Girmay

08/10/2004