The sun comes up and the whole world seems bright
But there's at least one place where there's no obvious light
She opens her eyes and everything remains the saddest of blacks
The greens and blues and purples we see, her vision regrettably lacks
To be confined by such a social stigma every day of her life
Feelings of being stabbed in the back by an unseen knife
Forget that she can't see the sunset or the people she holds dear
Or the waves crashing against the beach or the her reflection in the water so clear
We don't care that she can't see any of life's greatest moments
As long as we get our quick quip in and laugh at her expense
What kind of society is this that we keep her in her dark
Rather than sit her down and explain every detail of fall in the park
Explain the clear blue waves crashing against the grainy sand
Describe the deep blue sky that fades to teal and sea foam green and
Yellow.
Yellow.
That would have been her favorite color, the one that symbolizes joy
The color that covered her priceless and treasured childhood toy
The sunlight glinting on the mirror giving her a slight halo
Showing the angel she is regardless of what people's hot air may blow
But she can't see her halo or see her beautiful outstretched wings
She can't see anything because we don't have word pictures to bring
Or maybe we do but we don't present them to her like we should
But what if we told her how beautiful she is and described beauty like we could
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No Obvious Light
PoetryYou begin to understand the stigma and trials a blind person faces. They don't see the beauty we do and yet we often make their life even more painful.