Blindness Comes in Many Forms

Oh my Friend!
That I could hurt you
Is unthinkable, and yet -
I have.
How is it that we can know
So little
About ourselves?
About each other?

We spend our lives
Imprisoned -
Within our bodies-
Our minds-
In our loneliness.
Longing for understanding,
For connection, to be accepted.
For a Friend.

Why then do we destroy
That which would be
Our salvation?
How is it that we can be
So cruel
And yet so unaware?
Believing all the time,
That we are being loving and supportive.

Who is this stranger
In me
Who so insidiously takes control
Without my awareness or
Permission,
Without consideration
For my well being
Or yours?

This stranger
This ME I never knew
Existed,
Now exposed,
Unmasked, revealed,
Forced out of the darkness
Cannot, I hope,
Survive the light.