blindness -For the first time I heard another.
For the First Time, I Heard Another
For the first time,
I heard a voice that wasn’t yours.
Yes, you were trapped—
in a cage of gold, blindfolded by comfort or pride.
But that does not give you the right
to dictate where, when, or how
my care should arrive.
Love—real emotion—is unconditional.
One day, when the veil falls from your eyes,
you may feel the sting of shame
for the way you steered
through the hearts that truly loved you.
You didn’t see.
You didn’t hear.
You hurt me.
And so, with all that’s left of grace—
Goodbye.
