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When the Light Fades


There’s black everywhere

I can’t see a thing

Why did it have to happen to me?

I was an artist

Now

I’m just blind

Something brushes my leg

I open my mouth to scream

Everything scares me now

It would scare you, too, if you couldn’t see

The world feels foreign

Everything is…

Different

Strange

Terrifying

I go to reach for my hairbrush

But it isn’t there

Someone has moved it again

It was frustrating when that happened when I could see,

But now it makes me cry

I feel so helpless

 
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Analise Atkins

I am a writer, a photographer, a dancer, an artist in my own respect, and a bubble aficionado.

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