Hindrance

Here I am,
Hindered once more and again,
By some fault of mine,
Of disease or disorder,
whatever may it be,
Perhaps befallen upon me
for a reason of my Lord's will.

Perhaps it remains
as a blessing of sorts,
To instigated my thoughts
in these times,
These times of hindrance...
I have much a great deal of wonder...

Within such moments as these,
And yet a somber pity
cometh from those eyes,
That in those moments
surround my person.

Hath I been in fact
blessed with obstacles,
In order to allow my eyes
to be watchful of that
Which is my environment?

Perhaps yes and perhaps no,
for such is unsure...
What is sure is that my thoughts manifest,
In these times of my socially deemed "hindrance"