The Blind Girl's Roses (Rough Draft)

Her cane guides her out of the door,

across the patio of stone,

and onto the lawn, where her feet

are caressed by the gentle grass.

In a sea of darkness, she walks,

with the aid of her magic wand.

She wanders through the yard until

her cane comes across some bushes.

Once there, she reaches out her hand

and feels one of the smooth roses.

Their touch distracts her from the pain

upon her shoulder, back, and face.

The rose she feels is not alone.

There are hundreds more in the yard.

She walks and touches every one,

her fingers not treading the thorns.

She drops the cane, not needing it,

because the roses are her eyes.

They gaze upon her, and she sees

the true beauty she longs to be.

She is dressed in a rose-red gown,

instead of a cheap shirt and jeans,

and her skin glistens in the sun,

without the marks of blue and black.

The girl has the face of beauty.

Her red lips are like two petals,

her cheeks blush deeper than the dawn,