What has always seemed so far away,

is now close enough to touch

Outstretched fingertips, hands aching,

Yet I am unable to grasp and pull close.

Cloudy waters caused my eyes to glaze over,

shielding them from the obvious.

Ways to retrieve dreams are blocked

by my own visions.

Pain increases by the day

fingertips burning, nails clawing

Both dissipating through what is clearly there.

How sad is it,

when a capable human

Does not realize what it is capable of?