It hurts sometimes,
to continue standing tall.
I can look behind,
See them on the ground,
The ones ahead, reaching the stars.

It hurts sometimes,
Walking quickly, doubting myself.
Behind me, others struggle to drag themselves,
Across the expanse of the challenge.
The ones ahead are sprinting to the goals.

It hurts sometimes,
To not be able to see.
My eyes may be open,
taking in color, shape, detail,
But to truly see? For that, I wish

It hurts sometime,
to be alone, away from the strings
away from emotions
away from closeness
from dear friends
from family
the connections
the cues
dynamics
love

It hurts sometimes,
I want to be a part of it.
I'm not.

I want to be a part of it all.

It really, really does hurt.