My Eyes Darkened
The light vanished, and color turned into muted tones of gray.
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My eyes faded into the darkness of night; My mind is haunted with visions of white. Light decomposes into perils of gray, The visions I knew no longer remain. If you look upon me, Suffering not seen; Internal agony Has raised against me. I travel my days in confusion and rage; Vision of spirals torment my gaze. My eyes can’t see the painterly light As beautiful hues turn black and white. If you look upon me, Suffering not seen; Internal agony Has raised against me. My life has changed from this moment in time As I cry to seek the painterly light. And with these eyes of carnage and pain Are spirals that blind with colors of gray. If you look upon me, Suffering not seen; Internal agony Has raised her hand unmercifully.
There is no better way to thank God for your sight than by giving a helping hand to someone in the dark.
— Helen Keller
One of my family members faced a terrible accident, they lost a part of their vision. Everything became a blur. Colors muted. The worst part, they’re a traditional painter who works in oils and acrylics. After the incident their paintings became more abstract and childlike. Thick lines and textures spread over the canvas became unrecognizable forms.
It was as if they had never painted a single stroke in their life. Fine details vanished. Colors laid out on the palette faded into muted tones of gray shades. Only the slightest hint of color could be seen in their eyes. Everything became dark as if the sun no longer shined in their world. I watched in horror as they thought their life no longer had value. It broke my heart in two.
After many prayers, a year later, they regained their sight. The process was slow and gradual, but the colors returned, and details reappeared. A miracle unfolded. Now their paintings had a vibrance like never before. They were back.
During that year, I watched someone confident who sold their work worldwide to believe they would never paint again. God does work in mysterious ways. Sometimes a curse can be a blessing in disguise. And the most important lesson I learned, never take today for granted, for tomorrow may never come. Live each moment as it’s the last because the talent you wish you would have pursued may be taken from you in a blink of an eye.
I thank God for their recovery, and from their experience, the poem, “My Eyes” was penned.
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