Blinded By Beauty

Inmate Poetry

“Blinded by Beauty”

BR Williams      2018
Blinded By Beauty" BR Williams 2018

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read, 
Beneath the branches of an old oak tree.
Frustrated with life, a good reason to frown
For the world was intense, and dragging me down.
And if that was not enough to ruin my day,
A little blonde girl, out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
She stood right in front of me with her head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In her hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn from not enough rain, and way too little light.
I was wanting her to take her dead flower and go play;
I faked a small smile and then turned away.
But instead of retreating she sat down next to me
And put the flower to her nose and said with over-excited surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful too. 
That's why I picked it, here, it's for you!"
The weed before me was dying or dead,
Not vibrant with colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or she might never leave,
So I reached for the flower and said "Just what I need."
But instead of her putting the flower in my hand,
She held it mid-air without a plan.
It was then for the first time I noticed that little blonde-haired,
Weed-toting girl could not see; she was blind.
I heard my voice quiver, tears started to run
As I thanked her for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome!" she smiled and then ran away,
Unaware of the impact she'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how she managed to see
A man in self pity, like little old me,
Perhaps from her heart,
She'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see,
The problem was not with the world, but the problem was me.
And for all the time, I myself was blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine.
And I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the smell of the most beautiful rose,
And smiled as I watched that same blonde haired little girl
Running around with another weed in hand
About to change the life of another unsuspecting old man.

Scan of Original Verse by BR Williams "Blinded By Beauty" Poetry. Inmate Art.
“Blinded by Beauty” BR Williams 2018.
Original Verse published with Author permission

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