At times he becomes blinded,
walking deserted roads
without a hand before him.
No one tells him
he is begging, pondering, calling
to find the disease constricting him
from accepting who God made him to be.
Taking initiative steps,
he understands years of silence.
How he held back questions-
held back the ability
to never be the same again.
He fell once, ground fading
until he sought the light of creation,
the making of an angel,
reaching out
before he disappears under.
