WRT 211

“Positive Quailities” Poem

I can see their struggle,
and I know the words they need. I offer solutions,
a path through their darkness,
a way out of their pain.

But when it’s my turn,
the answers seem to vanish
they slip through my fingers,
lost in the noise of my own mind. I’m stuck in a maze,
unable to find the exit.

It’s strange,
how I can guide others with clarity,
but for myself,
I am blind.