Faded Colors? ? ?

It has been dark quite some time now.
A darkness of innocence, ignorance.
I wonder when the light will come,
If it comes
What it will look like...
I stumble about, bumping into things
But what are they?
I can feel them, but I cannot see.
I can only guess as to what they are,
Let alone why they are there
Or what purpose they serve, if any.
When will I find out? When will I know?

I'm watching, wondering, waiting...

I can see faint outlines now.
Shadows, hints, ideas forming in my mind.
The darkness plays tricks,
Causing me to doubt.
What if I'm wrong?

I'm watching, wondering, waiting...

The faint light is growing,
Things are shifting, changing.
I can see a few details now, but they are blurred, faded.
These objects serve a purpose,
That I can tell.
But what is it? When will I know?
Will I know at all?

I'm watching, wondering, waiting...

I can distinguish some faded colors now.
These objects seem to fit together,
But how? Why?
Are these objects meant to be mine?

I'm watching, wondering, waiting...

by taylor baecker

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