The Blind

The world stands before me,
In darkness.
But I breathe as if there’s light.
Somewhere.

I am amazed by,
The heightened sense,
From touch to taste
And smell of life!

But sounds,
They like to meddle
With simple thoughts.

They like to change
The way I feel
The way I breathe
The way I am different
For the things I can’t see.
And the things I believe in.

~S.H.~