by: Lucille Jan Golilao

The world seems so dark,

Day and night it’s all black,

Living in a dull life,

How could I comply?

 

I felt that I am in grief,

And I thought that I am lifeless,

‘Cause the things that are wonderfully made,

Their colors I cannot perceive.

 

I can feel, I can hear,

I can walk, I can talk,

But I might make wrong decisions in life,

‘Cause I can’t stand on my own.

 

Call me sightless, vision-less or blind,

But I’m not a burden to humanity,

And I know deep in my heart,

That I can be whatever I want to be.