I admire how the blind are so courageous.

My footsteps resonate with confidence. I can jump over a puddle of water or bound up a flight of stairs without a morsel of self doubt or fear. I can assess the person in front of me, admire her smile or be wary of his disapproval.

When the light fades and turns to darkness, self-reliance and closure fade with it, leaving me flailing in a sea of doubt and terror of the unknown. A new voice sends a shiver up my spine. Imagination runs wild in the absence of reassurance. Not being in control of my surroundings, leaves me disarmed.