A subjective blindness

Oh, you poor thing
You shall be blind
to the beauty within
That’s the tragedy
and the gift
for a healer
for an artist
How much you have touched
How much you have inspired
Your misery is medicine
Your suffering is fuel
to keep a mad world spinning
A flower’s beauty is such
only to the buzzing bees

A flower then to cut herself —

For a dear friend.
Neal Ym (Phalguni Y)
October 16, 2016