28 August 2012
The blinking of my bloodshot eyes is not enough to quell my tears The memories of the rainbow seen before I lived in fear The image of your angel face which now my fingers are left to trace Of words I would read and float far away Which now are just bumps and pits upon a page. And now a milky, shadow masks the world i knew The shapes I once called mum and dad are now all twisted and askew The noises that I once ignored now invade my life My future in an alien world - will I ever be a wife? I sense the pity emanate from the friends I knew at school I guess I'm now a teenager that is decidedly uncool? I never asked for the invasion of the growth inside my brain But sod the lot of you I will live to fight again I will do all the things you think I can't and then some, just you see So next time pity not my friends for I'm a Mark ii of me!
Written for the daughter of a close friend who at the age of 16 went blind and was given a limited life expectancy. She is now 21 and an example to us all.
Mark II Of Me • Opuss № I