The Evolution Of A Journey

I was born blind to a world of color,
Where color determines our rights.
Born deaf to a world of words,
Words that speak of truth.
Born open-minded in a world of suffering,
A suffering caused by an unknown reflection.
Born alone where they travel in herds,
That protect and nourish in unity.
Born ignorant where there is enlightenment,
Where knowledge paves direction.
Born untouched in a world of revealed,
Fear that murders all innocent sanity.
Born silent in a world spoken with judgment,
Destined to lie beneath the rest.
Born naked in a world concealed,
Where revealing is immoral.
Born pure among the faithless,
And sin intercepts all prayers.
Born far, from all that's near.

Born unwelcome and unwanted,
I want to survive in this world.
I want to see my rights,
And hear the truth.
I want to be confronted,
By this thing called suffering and fear.
I want to speak of words and recite,
With knowledge and judgment.
I want to travel with others,
With those who will stay near.
I want strength to accomplish.
To do all that I was meant.
I want to say, "did",
Instead of "can't be done".
"Determined", rather then "foolish".

I opened my eyes,
And looked at all that I couldn't see.
My eyes bathed in sorrow.
A blind man with no interest in glasses,
But still, I carried on.
I kept quiet and listened,
To all that was to be heard.
Whispers screamed in my ears,
But still, I carried on.
I searched for others,
For love and protection.
I was robbed of affection,
But still, I carried on.
I spoke aloud,
Became the judge.
I tried to set myself free,
But at times, I was weak,
And sometimes I struggled.
I blinked, misunderstood, and stuttered,
And with fear and enlightenment I too suffered.

It was then that I realized,
That as I walked on,
Unknowingly, I walked in footsteps,
Where tricky winds had covered them up.
Like a bag filled with jokes that patronized,
I was blinded by this magician of winds,
On a brand new road eroded by steps.

Without sight, we are all equal,
And words are not needed to hear,
For truth lies in our heart.
We should learn not to take this for granted,
You cannot assume there is always a sequel.
Enlightenment can not pave direction,
For a path was already made from the start.
Silence is what really makes judgment.
The naked body is already concealed.
It's more than just her perplexion,
It's a tower with flowing love and grace.
To conceal this, just wasn't meant.
I was untouched because I was pure,
And suffering will always be present in the faithless,
Things I wasn't supposed to face.
The faithless will experience fear,
Which is non-existent to only the pure.
Herds are for those who are lost,
And with all of these gained characteristics,
You will always be far from all that is near.

Like a feather I fell,
From the wings of my flight.
UN-needed, I was released,
UN-noticed and unimportant,
Dropping to an unmerciful hell.
My puzzled mind,
Needed to be repieced.
I had morphed from a bird with a journey,
To a pair of wings,
With something to find,
And from wings to a single feather,
Lost on busy streets with a new journey.
I know I don't look the same,
As I did when you left me,
I was caught in a storm called Mother Nature's new weather.
If it's not to shameful for you,
And it won't degrade your name,
I would like to take a minute,
To stand in front of you here.
I want to say thank you.
I know it's not much and I wish I had better.
Here is my heart but you didn't win it,
It was always yours and I'm sorry it's broken.
Therefore, I hope that some day,
You will once again claim it.