Here now,
gone then, but now.
My vigour covers my eyes like a veil
and suffocates me like thick smoke.
Yet, I walk firmly; my eyes covered still, 
with a wide smile on my face;
till I stumble and fall.
I was blinded all along.
How did I not realise this?
I contemplate.
I repent.
There is no repentance without forsaking, 
so I shed off old skin.
Only now do I see
I am truly alive;
what a glorious occasion!

By Emmanuel Johnson