If I lost my eyes,

I wouldn’t be able to escape the darkness

that takes over my mind.

I would have to find an inner light

to carry on.

I look around me to see my moodshadows,

spread out in their own spot nearby.

If I lost my eyes,

my cats would still snuggle in my lap

and I would  trace their bodies with my hand.

If I lost my eyes,

I would still be a cat mom

but I wouldn’t be able to write anymore.

My identity would be gone.