Blaming the world.

This is a poem about being both blind and sighted, yet being neither at the same time.
You see even though I am blind and consider myself just simply "blind;" rather than some of those other awkward and at times degrading terms such as, "visually impaired" or "sight Impaired" I do have some residual vision. Not much, but it’s there all the same. So I am stuck in a no-mans land of being both sighted and blind, each to it’s own degree. Yet at the same time being neither sighted nor blind, not in each of there full capacities of the word anyway.
It is my opinion that being stuck in this limbo like state is often harder than simply being totally blind. So this poem expresses some of my frustration and confusion I have experienced in the past from this situation. I hope you enjoy.

Are you dreaming?

Things don’t always work out the way you want them too. Even the things that make you happy can go wrong.

I was just thinking of why we’re here…

Live your life and everyday with gratitude for what you enjoy.

About an every day,mundane life.

Harassment in the workplace and the effect it has on the person’s whole existence.