I don't know what lies ahead I can't see the end but Lonely days Rainy days Sunshine and happiness Low lying clouds of doubt and fear
I don't know who is here I can't see a face but Pretty eyes Warm body Love and understanding Feeling safe from hurt and harm
I don’t know how I feel I can’t hear my voice but Loud cries Quiet whispers Bounding and rebounding Echoing inside my head and heart
I don’t know who I am I can’t see myself but Joyous sights Scary scenes Memories and visions Reminding me how to grow and be
I don’t know who you are I can’t seem to recognize but Holding tight Letting go Wanting and waiting Telling me to hang on and see
I don’t know how I can’t see a reason but Keeping hope Digging in Wishing and praying Seeing light in a tunnel of black
It’s ahead I do know I can
When I can't see what's ahead in my head, the past will shine on, showing a memory as what has been will be, or can be, or maybe it won't be. It is still ahead.