Poetry

Blind Creature’s Dance

There once was a creature quite blind,
In a world where no limits defined.
With friends all around,
They danced and they bound,
In adventures together, they twined.

Poetry

Why Am I Blind?

Why am I blind
to what stands right before me?
Nothing has shifted,
and maybe nothing will —
yet still I reach,
hoping the world
is softer than it seems.

Poetry, Three Things Challenge

Blind Creature’s Dance

Your final three words this week are:
BIND
BLIND
ABOUND

There once was a creature quite blind,
In a world where no limits defined.
With friends all around,
They danced and they bound,
In adventures together, they twined.