Note: This poem sparked by good conversation with my friend Matt Cook.

I made my self a blind man
To try to calm my brain
Cut off from stimuli, visual feeds
A chance to dull the pain

I made my self a leper
To remove members I don’t need
Cut off from appendage, anchor weights
A chance to slowly bleed

I made my self a mute
To begin to heal inside
Cut off from speech, words ingrow
A chance to harvest lies

I made my self a cripple
To find how it would feel
Cut off from freedom, sweet escape
A chance to know what’s real

I made my self a servant
To learn love for a start
Cut off from form, my enemy
A chance to kill my heart