I am blind

Being born blind I thought was a curse

A curse with benefits but still a curse

Only darkness I saw

No colors no shapes

Hearing and touch were my way to see

~

My fingers are my eyes

With them I can find every exquisite detail

All the beauty

As well as the ugly

~

People are like art

You can tell much about them

Just with a touch

This was how I knew a person's heart

~

Their beauty and compassion

Their hatred and vitriol

All of them laid bare at my fingertips

~

One day I met them

My fingers traced their face

With every brush of their skin

My breath was taken away

~

Their cool, their calm

Their passion, their fire

Laid out bare

For me to see

~

For the first time in my life

I felt like I could truly see

They had given me sight

Just to show me themselves

And I was awed at their beauty

~

I'm rather enjoying this whole love at first sight prompt challenge. Especially experimenting with different forms of sight. I hope you all enjoyed this poem. If you did then please heart, subscribe, and feel free to leave a tip. You can now also pledge 3 dollars a month to me and help support me as a creator. If you do, you get the benefit of having my stories at the top of your subscription feed anytime I post something new. Till next time.