My Silent Sight
She sees things I never will. She holds the whole world, every human soul, under some invisible microscope. The impotence of the strong, the power of the weak. She sees it all.
Silent as a butterfly, she flits among us, only touching down at her will. Her delicate feet tickle my skin. She’s gone before my finger feels the flutter of her gentle wing.
I’d fly with her, but my feet stick to earth. I inch forward, burdened by all I cannot see.
In my blindness, I see her clearly, the girl who sees beyond my fear. I’ll follow on earth wherever she flies.
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