POETRY HELPED ME SEE
Blind from Multiple Sclerosis
Groping like a crab
On the bottom of the sea
Poetry became my vision
Mind is a ship of sight
Entombed eyes like stones weigh heavy
Mind swaddled in darkness
Scent is sight
My heart my eyes...
Sound my soul
Touch is my delight
Eyes search words
To hear words
To feel for words
To grope for words
To see poetry.
Vincent J. Tomeo