Blind
To see the world through closed eyes, nothing and everything all at once
To hear the music of the earth and dance their way through life's perils
To feel the ground beneath their feet as they travel
To smell Mother Nature and her bountiful glory
To taste the fresh air as they feel prideful at their success
What some call a burden they call a gift
They are standing tall not pushed down by the barbell of sight
Unseeing of the podium of which they are on top
Their perseverance serves them well.
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