The Blind Stick

They said,“The first thing the blind man throws awayafter receiving his sightis the stick.”

Some heard betrayal.

I heard applause.

The stick did not lose its place.It completed its journey.

Every scratch upon its woodbecame a step toward another’s freedom.

A guide who fears being left behindwas never guiding—only holding.

The best companions are thosewho rejoicewhen they are no longer needed.

For the purpose of loveis not to keep someone leaning on you…but to watch them walk into the sunriseon their own.