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.