Blind

I gaze upon the beauty of this world

Endearing faces, majestic mountains, abundant colors;

Watching humanity flow together.

And nature’s beauty unfurl

Staring into the eyes of one I love,

Truly seeing into their gentle and adoring soul.

And yet, sometimes I wish I was blind

Free from all the slightly prejudices of mankind.

No longer able to see the color of one’s skin

No longer able to judge a book by its cover-

Only to learn and be influenced by the endeavors unseen.

And to avoid the distortion of beauty

That so often is created by our human eyes

And finally be free; living by sound, feeling, touch and smell.

No longer subjected to the seen world

But embraced in the arms of the unseen.

- Michaela Miller 

Michaela Miller is a senior at Jackson Hole High School.