Blind

By Madalyn Roth
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We are blind.
While many can see,
Many cannot truly see.
I do have glasses,
But I am not a perfect being.
Blind.
I walk past my garden
And step on a stick that had fallen.
Crunches underneath my feet - *crack*
Rough bark intertwined with bugs
All kinds of bugs.
A ladybug inches towards the end of the stick.
Black polka-dots and red wings
I had never noticed how beautiful.
Blind.
I sat down in my booth at a restaurant.
Happy to fill my stomach
I looked out the window.
Waves crashing against the rocks
I had never noticed how beautiful. 
Blind.
Bridge covers the waves
Cars flying by
Seagulls soaring amidst the brisk breeze
Sunshine creeping through the clouds overhead
Under the bridge sits a man.
No money
No food
Nothing
I sit in the restaurant.
He crouches hungry and alone.
Blind.
Everyone is eating with their friends at lunch.
Girl has no friends
Sits by herself - alone
Blind.
Money put in a tip jar
Nobody sees
Blind. 
Sunset painting the sky
I had never noticed how beautiful.
Blind.
Many goes unnoticed.
Seeing is not seeing
We need to better focus
Ignorance is not perceiving 
We are blind. 

About the Author

Madalyn Roth is in her first year at ICC. Madalyn currently lives in Washington, Illinois. She likes to keep herself busy and involved in different activities. She loves meeting people and trying new things. Madalyn works at the ICC Children's Center and in addition to that, she is very involved in her local 4-H club, the Clover Patch Kids, and her high school color guard. Most of what she writes stems from her own life experiences.