this is just a season.
this isn't forever.
this is temporary.
and i think of him
paralyzed
glued to his wheelchair
with the knob
doing all the work
of his hands
and i can shut my mouth
and not breathe another complaint
for this darkness is temporary.
my sight will not be gone forever.
and this season is a rich, refining, time
and i will get back up again.
he will not say the same
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