A paralytic pair of natural vision, pair of magnifying glasses has worn.
Affirmation is all he strums like the hazardous strings of my old acoustic guitar
Its melody that kills the deafening silence.
Like fire that keeps one’s heart warm as its beat cures anxieties.
Innocent eyes that transmit sweet curve of the lips yet pull the thread of pain carrying sudden tears.
Still inner stitches infectious, but slowly getting fine
Swelling wounds continuously flowing drops of red liquid
Swiftly blowing of the cold wind confronting me to endure the pain
He has antidotal kit, antiseptics and warm compress.
Offering his cold hands with arms wide open yet still am shaking.
Couldn’t express any single word coming from my deepest heart.
Won’t be easy knocking one’s door, torturing self, asking band- aids
Covering is caring? How could I?
He’s in front of me securing clear vision, but still am suffering from blindness.
Honestly, am half well, half ill.
Apology for pain still prickles my eyes.