Life is always hanging by such fragile threads and I find myself carefully maneuvering through the tangled web they weave.  Always living in a whisper and treading ever so softly, so as not to upset the balance.  I am a mask of quiet and patience, until my urge to scream overtakes me and I retreat into the dark crevices of my mind, where the only person who can hear this dangerous side of my voice is me.

I always emerge, patient and quiet and ready to carefully tread life’s path again. Ready for the curve balls and the dangers that lurk outside of my vision.  Ready to embrace the reality that has become mine; the reality of blindness and darkness that covers me like a chilling whisper.  Even blind, I will not break those fragile threads.