03/09/2025
I’m sick of people staring
every time that I go out,
it’s no wonder when I hold you
that my mind is filled with doubt.
They judge why we’re together,
don’t believe that I need you,
so I hide you in my pocket,
pretend I’ll make it through.
I fold you up and carry you,
a secret in my hand,
convince myself I’ll manage,
though I cannot truly stand.
I cling to those who love me,
make their arm my borrowed eyes,
yet guilt weighs heavy on me
for the freedom that it ties.
Through busy streets I stumble,
dark corners fill with fear,
I’m burdening my family,
yet still I keep you near.
I say I’ll never need you,
my pride becomes a wall,
but every time I falter,
it’s your strength that saves it all.
And those who stop to watch us,
I once thought their gaze was cruel,
but maybe they see courage
in the way you make me whole.
Perhaps they see resilience,
not the weakness I once feared,
for every step beside you
proves the path ahead is clear.
You are not a mark of failure,
nor a symbol of my shame,
you are my guide to freedom,
you are power with a name.
The world is mine to conquer,
no longer bound, alone,
for with you I walk with courage,
and the streets become my own.
So let them stare in wonder,
for their eyes will never know,
the gift of independence
that you’ve taught me as I grow.
You are more than just a lifeline,
you’re the proof of what I’ve gained
a partner, not a burden,
my white cane, my strength, my flame.
So raise you high, white warrior,
let the watching world take note:
this is not a sign of weakness,
this is strength in every stroke.
For the ones still hiding, doubting,
hear the message I proclaim:
there is power, pride, and courage
in the hand that holds a cane
Black and white photograph of Dave Steele, The Blind Poet, taken in New York City in front of The Vessel, the striking honeycomb-like structure at Hudson Yards. Dave is dressed sharply in a three-piece checked suit with a tie, flat cap, and sunglasses. He stands confidently, holding his white cane upright in one hand, the tip resting on the ground, while his other hand is tucked casually into his pocket. The blurred crowd and sweeping lines of The Vessel behind him create a powerful contrast, emphasizing his presence, style, and strength in the foreground.
