Color, Light and Life
Graced her eyes.
Graced her world
Graced her life
And now she can see the soft, blue sky, covering the ends of the earth.
The rain, as it pitter patters on the sidewalk, the sight of enchanting droplets
The lush grass, for it smells like fresh sunshine and looks are like a fairytale garden.
Her eyes are opened, so she can never look back
All she saw was black.
It used to all be an endless void, sucking her in
Limb by limb
Eye by eye
There wasn’t even a reason to dream about hope anymore
She has learned a new way to read by gently grazing her finger on textural dots
and a new way to see by getting used to the dark
Opened her eyes.
Chevy Chase, MD
My favorite book is The Diary of Anne Frank
My dream/hope for the future is to become a successful singer/actress
My father, Billie Eilish, Ariana Grande, and any feminist or activist