The light doesn't shine through these orbs
Yet that which is in the chest is brighter
I may not see , though for the world it's strange and sad
that's what's normal for me
Seemingly on my disadvantage, I'm not willing to be trampled on
I see myself as rightful as any other to a future , my guardian's being the ones fretful
I don't know if I have hope but I have life, and maybe a purpose I feel for in the dark
Surely I must be of the special ones that are favored through simple gentle happiness ?
I don't see trouble but I too can feel pain through my heart
I can't see tears but I can sense warms hands turn cold
Should I want to guess what real life is like or is my own life a blessing in disguise ?
JE LEEST
Pensée Of Anemones
PoëzieA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers
