Familiar Feeling

Oh ye of little faith
But a heart of purest gold
I rebuke you with the gentleness you deserve
On a topic you have been made blind to

Do not mistake passion for madness
Certainty of the unseen for insanity
What looks to be irrational devotion
Holds a weight beyond this place

I feel you have been made blind
To the true nature of my quest
While still seeking to support me
In any way possible

But how do you pray?
Is it ever for wisdom or to test my words?
Or have you decided they are folly
And pray instead to steer me from them?

I will tell you plainly
I have seen the day my father stands by my side
And tells us that I was right
To finish the beginning

You sit in stunned silence
Compiling your thoughts on the matter
Hopefully giving thanks for sight
As the day would suggest

I may not sleep, but I dream
I may write of fantastic worlds more beautiful than this
But I still get up every day
Soften your stubborn heart
Before "are you okay" are the last words I ever hear you say

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