The wall you build sometimes

The wall you build sometimes

to keep people away

to not feel anything.

I stand on the other side

wondering if it is just for me?

I wait for it to disappear

but it only gets taller.

I wait there

with sweat and tears as my companion,

they nurture my soul like water does to the roots of a tree

and I wait with a hope that one day

I’ll grow taller than your wall.

Because I am blind

I have never seen
the color of
my skin
the sky
the clothes I wear
and do not wear

I walk
the number of steps
and to reach home
is an accomplishment

The mirror is always dark
There are many journeys
I do not embark
not because I do not have courage
but because I can’t


Note: – A wonderful article about definition of beauty from blind people