The grey gauze is covering my eyes
Only letting me see through the film.
I yearn to tear it off and see,
And yet still my hands hesitate.
Will I like what I find?
What if there is something unimaginable
Beyond this hazy softness in which
I am currently cocooned?
I have seen the darkness here
But am yet to view the brightness of the light
I am scared that it will blind me.
I will need to be brave to go
For over on the other side
The grass may be wilted or dead.
I may find that nothing of mine
Will grow within the unfamiliar earth.
It is worse, I think; to imagine
And not to know. Than to breathe deep