Reading the Future in Braille

I cry in my poems
I cried long ago
but all my sins are known
and the scars are healing except
the ones of my making.

I walk in the dark
but read the future in braille
missteps and curses aside
I'm doing just fine
now is all that matters

This place, this time, this now
holds the magic of our lives
and the simple joy
to be ourselves
we have always been free

Do not speak of love
nor talk of the soul
words of hidden chains
say instead ...

We are not blind to each other
reading the future in each other's eyes