Through Unseen Paths

Some people think darkness means weakness,
Like a life without sight is a life half-lived.
But they never notice
How courage sounds in steady footsteps,
Or how strength feels
In hands learning the world by touch.

They wake up every day
In a world not built for them,
Yet still choose to move forward—
Still choose to laugh,
To dream,
To live fully.

They memorize roads
Not with their eyes,
But with patience.
They recognize people
Not by faces,
But by voices that feel like home.

And somehow,
Even after the stares, the pity,
And the endless reminders
That life is harder for them,
They continue.

Not because it is easy,
But because giving up
Was never who they were.

They teach us something rare:
That vision is more than seeing.
It is hope.
It is determination.
It is finding light
Even when the world assumes
You only know darkness.