Dear, You

Original Poetry, Original Writing

Instead of giving me a torch
and assuming I’ll find my way
out of the darkness
and into the light
that awaits me at
the end of the tunnel,
he held my hand
and helped me grow accustomed
to my blindness
until I wasn’t afraid
of the darkness
anymore.

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