A HEART SO GREATLY TROUBLED: A heart so greatly troubled, As the burden so heavily weighs upon my waist, My steps stuttering down the steep aly, My thoughts wondering as to the rational behind the worry, At the ticking of the clock, Time keeps flying by, Yet no solution on sight, To what can this be attributed? A heart so greatly troubled, With desperation overtaking my expectations, Desirous to achieve, yet surrounded by limitations, Bent on pushing ahead, but chains and fetters wouldn’t let go, The knife with the handle is blunt, While the one that is sharp is devoid of a handle, To what can this be attributed? A heart so greatly troubled, Not lazy by any stretch of the imagination, Yet clamped down by nature, Great dreams abound, But just can’t seem to get out of the pit, Slippery as the situation appears to be, Every step of the way is met by stumbling blocks, To what can this be attributed? A heart so greatly troubled, The tasks ahead are amazingly challenging, Yet not enough strength to muster the muscle, Can it then be true that the living dog is better than a dead lion? Great ideas exist, Yet no capacity to express, I can see the urge for one more step, Yet the steps are steep down the narrow aly, To what can this be attributed? A heart so greatly troubled, Would I not have been better created a tree? For with my fertility and strong roots, The birds of the air can find rest upon my branches, Humanity can find shelter under me, The oxygen that emanates from me can sustain great many, Pastures would be greener, and environment cleaner, Even when I am hewned, Yet I remain greatly useful. A heart so greatly troubled, I am alive yet dead, Strong, yet so weak, I can explore, yet now explored, I can do exploits, yet now exploited, I can think, yet I am the concern of others, Can provide, yet now provided for, I can laugh, yet now a laughing stock, Rather than fight for others, people are now fighting for me, Rather than fight at the warfront, I wait to be rescued, To what can this be attributed? A heart so greatly troubled, I am employable, yet unemployed, I can very well cause things to happen, Yet I tell the stories of others leading the way, Full of potentials untapped, With more than enough wings to soar, Yet all tightly glued to my body, When others go to the fields for exploits, I sit indoors waiting for a measly handout, To what can this be attributed? A heart so greatly troubled, No wonder the cemetery is the riches place on earth, Full of great minds who died largely untapped, Great ideas capable of transforming the society, All now lie dormant in grave yards, Who can be responsible for my woes? Who can I hold for reparations? Who can compensate me for the losses? Should I not have been better created a tree? A heart so greatly troubled, I feel robbed of justice, equity and fair play, But if I were to go to court, who should I sue for justice? Should it be nature or society? Who has done me this great injustice? Putting me in a situation so crippling and incapacitating? Where I am clearly capable of contributing, Yet incapable of so doing. A heart so greatly troubled, Some times I imagine I never really existed, Just sitting somewhere out there in the space, Practically unknown to anyone, With no responsibility, duty or obligation, With no ties to this unfair world, Where inequalities are greatly admired, Where the society cares less, and simply can’t be bothered, Where a sure end awaits you save you fend for yourself. I am a Heart so greatly troubled, In flesh and blood I exist, Yet the pillars of cloud surround me day in, night out, The real me knows I truly live, Yet fully embaded by darkness, Can’t seem to place the difference between day and night, Yet I live! To what can this be attributed? I am indeed a Heart so greatly troubled, I have bottled up these thoughts for years unending, Now appears the right time to let go, The feeling of loanliness and depression can be so traumatizing, The end thereof not so tantalizing, Suicide never to be comtemplated, The joy of living better appreciated. A heart so greatly troubled, Could it possibly be that I am simply here to watch others lead? Could it be that I am here simply to live for the fun of living? Sorjourning this whole wide world without an impact? Living a life without a meaningful trace? Simply staying afloat without a purpose? I must respond in the negative! A heart so greatly troubled, But life can be so mesmerizing, Some times accommodating, and some times scary, With visicitudes so unpredictable, Where it tosses, you stay, But never say it’s over until it is finally over, For a man may fall 7 times, yet rises 7 times, Learn to dance in the rain even when the storm is not over, Just a simple Heart of Bravery is all you need to remain afloat! There could yet be some light, At the end of the tunnel.

Redemption international for the Blind: REDEMPTION INTERNATIONAL FOR THE BLIND FLYER