Write a poem from the perspective of the inside another person’s skin~~
If I just grab the side of this wall
l should be able to get along the way
I can smell a strong smell of fish and chips
I have been here before, past the market stall
There is a crossing coming up on the corner
The roar of the passing traffic is deafening,
The stick I carry will find the edge of the curb.
I find the help I get from others strengthening.
A stick of white is like carrying a light.