Blindness Poetry

Whatever it was that happened back then,
I do not wish upon any men.
For as a result I am now blind,
My own reflection I cannot find.
Though initially it became all a mess,
Realizing I'd live in eternal darkness,
With time I found the light,
That I could have happiness,
Even without my sight.
It is a challenge I must admit,
Though I am no longer bothered,
Not even a little bit.
Now with every journey that I take,
Cautious with each step I make,
Each becomes a quest of discovery,
Every movement teaching me.
The colors of our world escape all sight,
As I exist in my eternal night,
I rely on nature to come alive,
Via the other four of the five (senses).
The smell of roses and emanating sound,
The feel of grass and my guidedog hound,
I do not fear the unknown, I have to say,
I just 'see' things a different way.
I'll never have sight, not even half,
But I have enough to light a path.
I am aware through my heightened senses,
These tools which have become my new defenses,
From the obstacles that are rife,
The things you encounter in everyday life.
So I tackle the world with all my might,
Having lost all my sight.
I hope I have given you some insight.

The End.

By michelle zaine

The poem really helps gain a deeper insight into how blind people feel, the poem is so descriptive and detailed analysis of internal emotions and deep thoughts; also the poem helps convey how the blind person views life and what obstacles the face in life.