The Seeing

Sifting through a box of memories

One protrudes from the stack

I yield to curiosity and peer at its contents

Pain is in the seeing

Guilt drips from the bottom

Doubt darkens its edges and my sight

Consuming me into a moment

Drawing me into it’s memory

This memory is not visual and temporal

It holds emotional memory in it’s seeing

Memory connected to feeling more than circumstance

What is this power?

What is this hold?

Why do I linger?

Why do I ponder?

For feeling is not seeing

Seeing is visual and requires light

Seeing brings dimension and definition

There is no seeing, only feeling

Sight is erased by its darkness

I no longer see present

I feel past

The seeing is stolen

Healing forgotten

Where is my power?

Where is my purpose?

Where is my promise?

It cannot be found in this place

For this is no place, this is feeling

Power, purpose, promise are in the seeing

Seeing is in the present

I open my eyes and see you

By DM541 for EIB