Night writing.

As the wheelchair and the limbless
were each other's missing link
so are we ,you and I.
Dots am I made of to restore
back to you
the rights
that you may feel you're denied,
self reliance and the power to see
and all the things that blindness costs.
Without walls ,your immensity
houses a soul-deep beauty
made world but outside
you now confront a wall ridden world
not with a walking stick
groping
tottering
feeling
your way
but through seeing fingers
using public signage, elevator buttons, and medicine packing
and no more draw the blind on the surface of things.
It's redeemed visibility's proclamation
of Braille supremacy
over sightlessness.



Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2025-12-22 at 03:13

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