Bad Eye

Bad Eye

By Cassandra Ellis

Inadequacy consumes me like an uninvited guest

I marinate in deficiency, so I never know my best

A journey through my memory to figure out the rest

It was the day that I was born and took the greatest test

There were resounding screams of pain, such an atypical birth

His gloved finger stuck my left eye which diminished my self-worth

Discomfort, hurt and pain, my vision became a blur

The failure to see color caused my soul to stir

My first glimpse into the world was a murky clouded grey

It is no wonder I find this earth the hardest place to stay

I yearn for vibrance, contrast and rainbows not yet seen

I don’t dream of fame or fortune, just yellow, blue and green

I thirst for the deep blue richness of a vast and beautiful sea

I envy the dark brown bark found on a huge and sturdy tree

I long to see the colors that my bad eye will never see

Regardless of the circumstances I am still uniquely me