Eyes Forward
I have a rare affliction,
One you can hardly see,
But it did crash around my head
With unexpected glee.
My vision becomes poorer,
With every rising sun.
One day I will be blind,
My malady will have won.
This fate was etched in stone,
Before I could even breathe.
The dice were cast,
Before I knew there was a game.
I was 13 when I got the news,
It gave me such a fright.
I knew not what to do,
How do you cope with such a plight?
I was young,
Untried.
Unsure of who to be,
And faced with a challenge I’d once before seen.
I feared for the future.
I feared for my dreams.
I dared not hope,
Things were better than they seemed.
Somewhere in the panic,
Somewhere in the strife.
A very young lady,
Found her purpose in life.
I found who I was,
I found who I am,
I found a truth about life,
That few understand.
You decide your future,
You decide your fate.
Perception is everything,
Something you get to make.
I chose to be happy,
I chose to move on,
I chose to make a tragedy,
Just one note in the song.
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