Cataract

There are too many moments when I question what my purpose is.
Why can't it be clear as day?
Why can't I not deny this?
There are perks of me, there are specs I am not proud of.
Just breathe.
As deep as you can go.
And let it out again.
The sensation when you release.
That's why you are here.
That is your break from this crazy life.
On top of a mountain.
I fear. I fell.
Off the top.
Finger by finger, inch by inch.
I grasp what I can.
I prize it.
Do you prize me?
A flower gone un watered-- a rose in the winter blossoms.
Is the box train open for me?
I have said too much, it's time for me to go.