Loss of sight

            A shattered mirror reflects my image,
            a million of me staring back.
            For me, against me, the odds begin to stack,
            throwing up my arms, breathe and step back.

            A shout straight to the heavens,
            turns to and unheard sigh.
            It starts to rain, as clouds cry,
            flowers wilt, as the world spins by.
   
            Falling to my knees, voice failing me,
            an angel, touches my shoulder, wiping away mud.
            One wing, in the grace of God, the other, dipped in blood,
            Innocence devoured, crimson tears fall in a flood.

            Hanging her head, in unmatched shame,
            the angel lifts, into wounded flight.
            Peers and judges, all say I'm not right,
            and it was at that moment, I lost my sight.