Reflections by the blind.

[awwlie]

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I began to write poems when in my youth.

I asked myself, why I wrote these poems.

I never could answer that.

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I let you down, didn't I sister?

I told you of my dreams, ambitions.

I chased them like a starving fox chases prey.

d.

Told they did,

'you'll never amount to anything, please do not chase these foolish dreams!'

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I brushed past their judgement, their wishes to protect me like a diamond.

In truth their words faded and my mind created anew.

They worried for me, held me close; while I pushed them away.

I wonder now.. where they are now,

My sister.. my parents.

Does it even matter?

I've left myself to wonder that, all alone.

One day I will learn.

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