The heartbreak is intangible, the waters are deep.
The path is indecipherable, with waves thrashing me into the unknown,
and that was my first mistake -believing I knew what my future held.
Now, almost all is uncertain,
of only one thing I am sure.
This pain is chronic,
there is no overnight cure.
They call this illness invisible, but ironically it has enabled me to see more.
I now know the eyes are but merely a gateway, they are the soul’s door.
I can see what you are thinking,
I can sense what you are feeling.
This illness has replaced my eyes with intuition,
and my once angst laden mind with one that is no longer reeling.
I see through touch,
now my visions are vibrant,
Steadily streaming not from what I see,
but from all I deeply feel
-the sting of the truth that this fight is not physical but invisible,
a trail to a clearing with enough space for my wounds to surface and heal.