In the realm where sight’s ballet unfolds,
A dance of eyes, a tale untold.
Strabismus, the silent grace,
Where gazes wander, find no place.
Eyes diverge, a subtle waltz,
One turns within, another exalts.
No symphony of shared vision,
In this gaze, a mild division.
In infants’ innocence, it may begin,
Or in adulthood, a twist within.
A wayward eye, a rebel’s quest,
In this ocular ballet, they protest.
Esotropia, an inward glance,
Exotropia, eyes outward dance.
Upward, downward, a subtle sway,
In the eye’s misstep, a price to pay.
Children with dreams yet to weave,
Caught in a gaze they can’t perceive.
Strabismus whispers, a stealthy foe,
As one eye leads, the other must follow.
A phantom symphony of misaligned grace,
A paradox in a visual embrace.
Intermittent, constant, the eyes decide,
A dance of strabismus, no secrets to hide.
In shadows cast by a lazy eye,
Amblyopia waits, a silent sigh.
The brain, a judge, in its subtle decree,
Favors one eye, a ruling decree.
Yet hope resides in lenses clear,
Vision therapy drawing near.
Eye exercises, a diligent quest,
To harmonize the gaze, find rest.
Surgery’s hand, a skilled ballet,
Correcting eyes that lost their way.
Strabismus bows, its captive release,
As eyes align, a gentle peace.
So if in this dance, you find a clue,
A wandering gaze, a subtle view,
Seek the healer, the guide, the sage,
A vision’s journey on life’s stage.
