My version of "Going Blind"

She held herself at the table
just as well as the others there.
When looking a little closer,
you would realize she help her cup differently
as she picked it up.
She smiled a forced smile.

As they all made their ways through the rooms,
she slowly trailed behind,
walking with caution.

In her eyes,
you saw explicit joy,
shinning.

She slowly walks cautiously in and out
of obstacles that lay in her way.
Once she got past it,
she would be beyond all walking, and would fly.