It’s only partial darkness,
But it’s known the light isn’t complete.
It was not always this way, although there was always a chance it could be
It could be worse, but still it could be better.
Running into things that are not seen
They’re not invisible, they are real, just unseen by me
It can be annoying, but I muster through it
Day by day is different than anyone elses
Do not get me wrong,
People see things differently anyways
But I see it more differently
If I even really see it at all
What is close is far
What is far is close
It is hard to judge,
But I never give up trying
I still pray sometimes
Although less and less
Not out of doubt
No, not out of doubt
My God can do anything.
The words come out less often out of acceptance.
I accept it.
The partial darkness.
I know there is a purpose
Although I cannot see one.
Physically, Spiritually, or Emotionally
Now those prayers for sight come from desperation
From staying up to late letting my mind wonder
And when the devil speaks
His words full of manipulation
When tears are brought by bruises
From the corner of that table, the nightstand, the doorway
Those prayers are not needed,
But they bring comfort
At least it is only partial darkness
At least there is some light
It could be better, but still it could be worse.