There it was,
all along.
But clouded eyes
couldn't see past
the dusky visions of
their own making.
Like an epiphany,
there it was,
ever and omni-present.
Manifesting itself
before me
like an apparition.
So obviously there-
it was.
A phantasm of reality's
making,
in stark-naked
view of my cloaked being.
So long was I blinded
by the tug of doubt,
the pressence of uncertainty.
Yet, there...
right there,
it was.