finding steps

finding myself in darkness again

eyes covered in pitch

hands still free, still groping

feeling through the blindness

ears listening  amid dull roars

mouth hanging open in dryness

getting a sense of your rub

my malleable soul recoils

as it takes shape in your hands

but gentle is your touch

and slowly I relax as the pink and fleshy parts

burn into defined moments

of clarity and function,

within this broken beauty

scooping self off the floor

shouts of Hallelujah! resound

from the bowels of my being,

like a survival cry within the wave of white flags

shadows begin to take form, and if I look too hard

they pull fear that was not there

in the pitch

but I can still feel you near

and you give me your fingers to hold,

like a child just understanding legs,

and you hold me in a light touch, guiding

forward

and I have senses enough to recognize

shadows mean some light is here

so I rub my eyes, shake my head,

reach

and step.