Reeeally Old Poem

Found this in the archives and decided to dust it off. Minor editing done from the original (not content, just a word or two and some punctuation fixes). 

A Prayer and a Promise

Why should I be so surprised

To find I still open my eyes?

After all this time they’ve been closed,

Eventually I had to know

That someday light would lift my lids,

Uncover all that darkness hid.

Like Plato come out of the cave,

I am a queen, made from a slave.

And now I see the world around,

And add to that the touch, the sound.

Oh, I don’t claim to sense it all,

For who am I, but one so small?

I don’t leave a footprint on a stone.

When I face the ocean, I still feel alone.

No, I still don't have the answers I seek.

I’m stronger now, but still I’m weak.

But when my eyes are no longer burning

From light’s first kiss, I’ll start my journeying.

And from this day of my first breath,

I swear to me I’ll never rest.

I may fall down, I may yet bleed,

But till death be my final deed,

I’ll take my heart and all it owns,

I swear to reap whate’er is sown,

I’ll love, I’ll lose, I’ll laugh, I’ll cry,

But till I live, I’ll never die.