sunday poetry

your departure
is reminding me to be me
wholly me
with less trepidation in my step
a brighter smile on my face
and a hope for better days to come

I still wrestle
refusing to let my blindness go
but slowly I am losing my grip

although I have yet to see in full colour
what's to come looks a little clearer
and I am confident that in due time
my world will be saturated with pinks, yellows, blues and greens
all the colours of the rainbow