Stolen Sight
Living a life that’s only once,
I felt deep resentment at losing my sight.
Still, I can write, read, listen,
and speak, so I try to enjoy what remains.

Feeling as if my sight was stolen,
can one even fathom the bitterness and anger?
Yet, instead of channeling that resentment into rage,
complaint, or despair, I walk a path of extraordinary positivity,
unreachable by those with sight.
I send respect and love.

sight, resilience, positivity