Deep in my heart
there is a light
deep in my soul
there I see a sorrow
a sorrow for having lived for a moment
and then again having fallen asleep
as I write the tears blur my vision
just as when I breath the unpure air
of this unreal world
my sight is blurred
who will hold my hand
where is my white cane?
*This medal holds a very special place in my heart, but even more so in my life.
It was given to me by a guide, by one of my mentors in life, who could not see with his eyes,
but who has taught me the true value of seeing. His vision has let me grow into my own
space and to see the light within. I am for ever grateful for your dear dear friendship Harry.
Through my writings you the reader will become more and more familiar with the white cane and