💔🔥 Poem — “The Blindman’s Crown
I walk with eyes that never see, yet claim the dawn as mine,
I taste the ash, but call it sweet, and drink the dark as wine.
The mind cries out, “You fool! You’re lost!” — the flesh begins to sneer,
But still I bow before the void and whisper, “You are here.”
My faith’s a bleeding knuckle fight, my prayer a broken bone,
I bite the dust with grateful lips and call this pain my own.
Each doubt’s a nail, each fear a cross — yet love still takes its turn,
The fire burns me into dust, the dust begins to burn.
I walk through wrath and judgment’s womb — the soul’s small Ibur cry,
A child of rage becoming peace beneath the blackened sky.
For every thought that drags me down, I lift it up above,
And find within its bitter weight the tender weight of love.
No sin remains, no fall’s in vain, no darkness undesigned,
Each bruise becomes the alphabet the Light will read in kind.
So let me crawl in blindness still, let reason’s voice disown,
For faith above all knowledge builds the heart into a throne.
